Are we with one another because we go together like ice cream and summertime?
Or were we just lonely and we needed to feel, feel anything ? Through all these memories i climb...

All the words that you said
.....That made me go ludicrously red

All the times we hung out
...we would just mess about

All the subtle hints towards bed
...You always knew how to get into my head

But now the heat melted the ice cream
and it's all over now
But hear the tuneful frozen van
Grab another quick because it's lonely...
Now the circle starts again ahhh!**

-Meggghan ^.^

I** didnt plan when to fall in love with you
I slipped into it;
down the icy cold path to you
But even though sometimes chilly, it is worth it
When I feel the warmth of your arms around me
when nothing but thoughts of you surround me
Keeping me warm on cold nights.

But those cozy moments one day must must come to an end
When I come to my senses and realise to you it was pretend
It doesnt matter what I say now
So instead I toss and turn with the heat of this season
When he's played me like his xbox for his own stupid reasons.

breathe.
because you know what you
do when someone ***** you
over? you calmly take your
heart out of their hands
and leave. you think maybe
you'll sew it back on to
your sleeve but not now, not
today. you put their things
in a box (their cds, their
shirts, their books, their
notes, the little things you
picked up on your dates)
and you put it on the
highest shelf in your
closet, because someday
you will want to remember
them, maybe. if you don't
want to remember them, you
give them the box, you
donate the box, you throw
the box in the river. and
you breathe. because you
deserve better. you deserve
someone who doesn't consider
you a fallback, a plan b.
you will be someone's plan.
you will be the only plan.
you will be my-god-what-
was-i-doing-before-you-
walked-around-that-
corner. remember that
you are enough.
breathe.

Why can't you read my poetry you ask
Posted online for the world to see
Does our friendship mean nothing to me?

Well it's like this..You don't know me, well only parts
You see the flower so bright, never to droop
With bees buzzing around waiting to land
But you don't see the inner parts, the stem that can barely stand
that is slowly falling and rotting on the inside

You know only the smiles and the joy
But really i'm delicate, one chop and my beauty is destroyed
only my fellow poets see that side of me
the obsessed mess you never see

Maybe one day when I'm feeling conceited feeling good
I'll show you the feelings I write, maybe i should...?

What's on, what's there
What can't be touched.
What we think makes others beware.
Beware who we are on the inside.

Acne is the unfortunate
addition that causes the poor
young soul to lack,
confidence,
self-esteem,
and pride.

Stop.
You are beautiful.
You need to forget.
Acne is on everyone
You have nothing to regret.

So they judge,
so they criticize.
Secretly pointing out the
pink,
scattered,
stand-out surface
on what used to be
a bare and beautiful face.

Stop.
Every face is beautiful,
but never bare.
Stay optimistic in your attitude.
Look them in the eye,
wink,
and smile when they stare.

You're still and will always be you.
Only your heart speaks the truth.
Of how you create and what is part of
who you are.
Whether broken out or not,
you never
stop being
a beautiful, young,
star.