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 Jul 2018 Midnight
b e mccomb
maybe i'm just not used to
being kind to myself
not used to being
held or kissed or wanted

but something about the
way you touch me
makes me think that
years spent by myself
were preparation to
make me appreciate this

appreciate you
and the way your hands
fit around my legs
and settle on my back
how your lips run
down my neck and
our bodies just
fit together

"**** we make
a cute couple"
one of us says
every time we walk
hand in hand by a mirror
"where shall we go on
our next date to make
everyone jealous?"

and we laugh
and let sarcastic
comments run out word
by word between kisses

i'm not used to feeling
this way
part of a bigger picture
no longer a lone wolf
i'm not used to feeling
wanted

but something tells me
with you by my side
i could most certainly
learn to live with it
copyright 7/2/18 by b. e. mccomb
 Jul 2018 Midnight
Traveler
"Compromise"
Superimposed to make it fit
A bitter wine still we sip
And waste away in drunken slumber
The heart is weak and prone to blunder

All this arguing weighs a ton
Callously tired my heart grows numb
Her intolerance ringing in my ear
I drink my wine and disappear....
Traveler Tim
 Jul 2018 Midnight
Lily
Hands
 Jul 2018 Midnight
Lily
The sensation of
Your hand in mine makes me feel
Like it is all right.
The one is
One whom with you can have
On a regular basis
A conversation
That feels
Epic
That Boy
 Jun 2018 Midnight
Bee
and now
i will sever the strings
that once tethered us together
with the pieces of me
that you shattered

i will forge a divide between us
deep enough to swallow
my hearts temptations
for i am eve
and you are my vice

i will tear apart continents
and demarcate the soil that stands between
our now sovereign feet
if it means the storms you contrive
will no longer wash away
the delicate foundations of myself

but
i am learning how
to escape the darkness
that once held me hostage

i am learning that
the deadened highs
from the mephitic lies
you breathed into my lungs
arent worth the crushing suffocation
that shadowed

i am learning to accept
that the loneliness that keeps me company
in your absence
is not evident of weakness
but the result of me instilling faith
back into my own two feet

and an assertion of the strength i have
to live on my own


x.
 Jun 2018 Midnight
Bee
dead roses
 Jun 2018 Midnight
Bee
dear girl, do not tire your eyes
weeping over dead roses

for sunlight emanates
from your weathered skin

and it is simply a matter of time
    till your garden blossoms again


x.
no amount of tears poured over the soil
will revive dead roses
When you have gone on a limb
In what you thought
Was a really cute pose
To gain someone's attention
And they took no notice
And that's what everyone else
Took notice of
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