QueenBee

QueenBee

VT

14 years old

Posts

  • Hindsight is 20/20

    I am here to say this

    in only facts

    because I don't rely on feelings.

    Fact:

    Your Mr. Remarkable is quiet.

    Cold.

    Closed off.

    Didn't interact unless

    absolutely necessary

    smiled maybe twice.

  • Island

    I would feel -

    relaxed if I were

    on an island by myself.

    I could forget about

    my life

    forget about overdue math

    and whether I'm behind or not

    doing the right thing is always wrong

  • Auditions

    I like auditioning. I like it because it makes me feel special - I like the anticipation, walking in that room, and just getting to play what you've practiced. It's predictable. 

  • Deja vu

    I've been here before

    I know this feeling

    the impending sense of

    happening.

    It's going to happen

    it's inevitable

    is this a mistake?

    I will back off so fast if you tell me you don't want it.

  • Remarkable

    I don't know you

    I want to

    but not yet.

    I know you are more useful to me as a faraway rival

    of extraordinary difficulty

    than as a friend right now

    I also know I won't have a choice next year.

  • Love language

    Duet

    starting together ending together

    weaving around each other's sound

    adapting tuning

    instinctively fitting into the tone

    the way we want to do this

    the contrast

    played so perfectly

Loves

  • My mirror

    You,

    my mirror,

    my other half,

    my dark side.

    We look the same.

    But in no way are we alike.

    We're like two halves, 

    of the same coin.

    But you-

    are my worst regret.

  • cool

    tall

    and ghostly pale

    as if he were drenched in sheer silk 

    was what I saw when he left the room, 

    leaving behind footprints of moonlight in the halls. 

     

    cool as a winter breeze

  • Can't Change Me

    She upsets me

    Her face

    The way she laughs

    The way she talks

    She's like the piece of hair

    That is never in the right place

    Why does she even wear that

    Why does she look like that

    Looking at her

  • the greatest gift

    I was broken

    When I met you

     

    Yet you treated me

    With compassion

    Despite all my flaws,

    Despite all my emptiness

     

    You handed me a pen

    And showed me a path to the light