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Hales Mar 2016
Lovers by day;
Delinquents by night.
A theft of the heart;
With eyes shining bright.

They are a *perfect disaster.

Killer smiles and secretive eyes;
Delinquents with motives to hide.

They are a perfect disaster.
A sinner and a black sheep;
Delinquents that come in the night.

They are a perfect disaster.
Ruby red lips and baby blue eyes;
Delinquents that are running to hide.
Hales Mar 2016
You make me feel like the Queen of Fools…
Gifting me all these precious jewels
I don’t know if your intentions are crystal and your heart is gold

Still; you gift me all these precious jewels
Leaving me to feel like the Queen of Fools.
because even the most precious jewels can not satisfy me.
For what I truly desire are your intentions to be of crystal and a heart of gold.

However it seems to be that;
I am the Queen of Fools,
surrounded by all these worthless jewels.
*As it seems; the most worthless of them all has become you to me
Hales Mar 2016
You say it's hard to believe I love you;
because I've said it to "every guy"
that I've been with.

While this may be true;
this phrase is funny coming from you..
Because you see;
once you had said to me..
That you don't even know if you can love me.

In the end my dear;
All I feel;

*Is Helpless.
Hales Feb 2016
You said you loved the rain.

But when I became a hurricane...


*You were nowhere to be found.
Kind of an ok poem
Hales Feb 2016
The initial heartbreak is gone...

And underneath that is anger;

Anger at you for leaving
Anger at myself for crying because you left
Anger at fate for giving me you
Anger at my heart for being so easily fooled

Under that anger is empty bitterness.

Bitterness because I let you get so close to me
Bitterness because I let you break my heart repeatedly

and bitterness because after all of that;

I still believed you loved me.
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  Feb 2016 Hales
Megan Rae
I'm fat.
I'm weird.
I'm annoying.
I'm not pretty.
I'm crazy.
I'm obsessive.
I'm a chatter-box.

I've stolen things.
I lie.
I've lied to my parents.
I've lied to my friends.
I've lied about myself.
I've lied to myself.

I'm pathetic.

I wish that I could be a butterfly,
just pop into a little cocoon and transform.
And come out a brand new creation.

The old me tossed into a recycling bin,
and changed into something better.

Maybe...
                               One Day.

Think about it.
No one really like caterpillars.

They're fat and fuzzy.. like me.

But....
What if I'm already a butterfly?

Maybe I'm still in my caterpillar form,
waiting for the right time to change,
But I'll change!

I won't be a leftover.
And I won't be forgotten.

People will really see me for once,
and I won't be ghosting through crowds.

But until that day...
I have to accept me, for me.
This is how I feel, and it's an edited version of a poem I wrote a few years back.
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