QueenBee

QueenBee

VT

13 years old

Posts

  • Sometimes you can't

    Sometimes you just can't.

    The hardest part is accepting it,

    At least for me.

    Accepting that you won't be able to

    Carry every load

    Be every version of yourself

    Always be the best

    Meet every expectation.

  • The way

    My fingers know the way

    When my mind does not

    I will overthink it

    And misstep

    Hit the wrong key

    Cringe

    And try again

    If I let my fingers take the reins

    I think we’d have something

  • And

    I opened my window 

    and

    It smelled like summer

    and

    The cool night air

    Wasn’t cool enough

    and

    It felt like summer

    and

    That’s when it hit me

    That these days go by

  • Is it

    I don't want to lead

    I do it naturally

    Can I stop now

    Is it enough

    Is it enough for you

    For them

    To not always be

    On top

    All the time

    Everyone

    Looking to me

    For examples

  • US

    We laughed

    We played

    We had so much fun

    We were

    Always together

    Always supportive

    Brought the party

    Wherever we went

    We were

    Fun

    We were

    Cool

    We were

  • Dreaming

    We were in Montreal

    But this time you were there

    And my friends

    You said you liked my skirt

    We got up from dinner

    Everyone walked around

    I walked close to you

Loves

  • Grateful

    I am grateful.

    Grateful that three no-longer-kids,
    Grown-up,

    Jobs-and-girlfriends-and-college boys

    Are there for me

    Have my back

    Even though we haven’t talked for a while

    Even though we live hours away

  • Young love

    I remember that warm summer night,

    we argued about who could jump farther off the swings,

    we were only 14.

     

    It down poured,

    they didn't set the fireworks off,

    you didn't care,

    neither did I.

  • Poetry

    By Bee.Lover

    Is this lust?

    Time slips away from us

    My guard slips down 

    Her hands slips in my hair 

    And somehow I slip further out of love 

     

    I dream of her touch 

  • Everything

    I have the chance to do anything

    not quite everything

    but many things

    and I don't know what I want to do.

    I could be a writer

    or start my own company

    or be an Einstein-level mathematician