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 May 2018 Lena Sheryl
Naomi
I crawled back to the life I said I was over with.
I drank to the brink of implosion- for them to say I was over it.  
I smoked to end my clear breathing- to say this is living.
I danced to the end of our song- to say we never belonged.
I drove to the end of the night- to say I see a new light.
I dived to the end of the sea- to say I no longer agree.

You never deserved me. My love was too much for you.
love is a broken thing
 May 2018 Lena Sheryl
kim
we met and exchanged hellos,
this was in school,
where we were both awkward,
and both kept secrets from each other

we know each other better now,
but there were still secrets between us,
truth or dare was our solution,
"who made you realise you liked girls?"

i never thought of it,
so i brushed it off
said it was a conversation,
for another day

it's been six months,
i've come to terms with who i am,
you guys know that,
"who made you realise you liked girls?"

you,
the answer is you.
you,
it's always been you.
This isn't very poem-like, but I wanted to share it

(Based on my real life experience)
You
Your face so handsome
near or far
Features like
a well sculptured land
Etched in my memories forever
How I'd love to carry you away
on a silver lined cloud
curled up beside you
My beautiful man
 May 2018 Lena Sheryl
mk
i am in a haze today. it is cloudy and beautiful outside. it is also pressing down on my chest and i struggle for air. i wore your shirt to bed last night and it helped steady my oxygen supply. i wish you were here to say my name and speak to me in my native tongue to remind who i am and where i've come from. i'm forgetting everything, slowly. recreating yourself is only good when you haven't done it five thousand times over. i just want to be me now. but how do i become me if there is no you? pick me up from the library and walk me to class. hold my hand and tell me that you will stay with me no matter how grey the sky is or how cold my fingers feel.
 May 2018 Lena Sheryl
Eleanor
I have a tsunami of tears behind my eyes
But only one slides down my cheek

Warm and salty
Like the dead sea
The dead sea
What a name
That so aptly represents
my tear

That singular soul
Crosses it’s world alone
Fighting through makeup
To hide my imperfections
I empathise with
my tear
 May 2018 Lena Sheryl
Jack
His head hurts again
His eyes are black and bagged again
His lips an unrelenting frown again
His heart is sinking again.

Swollen with pain for no reason again,
The happiness from her he’ll never regain,
He cries out loud for something thus,
The sweet release of nothingness.
Let me leave this place
Boys
Ask me
Why I can’t cook
And keep a house
And I tell them
My mother
Spent my childhood
Teaching me
What it meant
To be a bigger
Man than
Even they
Learned to be
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