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MeghanKylie Sep 2017
i cannot sit here
knowing the future is full
of so much promise
and possibility.

i cannot sit here
knowing the past is bereft
of so much comfort
and hope.

i must keep moving
knowing the present
is.
MeghanKylie Sep 2017
simply because
someone has a kind soul
does not mean
they deserve
your
pain.

in fact, maybe
you should realize that
not all kind souls
have full hearts.

often our hearts are broken
often are hearts are torn
often we break them
for you

a kind soul does not always mean a happy one.

and sometimes they want you to understand that.

we are all broken.
but not all of us
choose
to break others.
MeghanKylie Aug 2017
i'm afraid. . .
. . . but i shouldn't be.
i linger on
. . . hesitations.
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and when i'm slow again,
when i'm clear again,
when I

.....
pause.
i seek comfort in the strength of words, of music...
something
that i can't
lose
again.
something i can TOUCH.
something i can FEEL.

only to find it, and
lose it once more.
MeghanKylie Aug 2017
why
why is it that
i can still retrace
every single piece
of your shattered heart
back to
mine?

even when time goes by
even when we both lie
to ourselves
even when the page runs dry

we coincide.
yet still, it remains unanswered how-

years go by, yet
you will never trace
a piece of your fully whole heart
back to
me
  Jul 2017 MeghanKylie
Megan Grace
my hands are tired from
having no purpose
so why don't you take
the load off and
slip your fingers through
mine
MeghanKylie Jul 2017
I write this as I sit surrounded by trees,
Forest; a never-ending green.
I breathe Her air, I feel Her heartbeat

I feel the Earth.

I feel the Earth, with its pesky flies
I feel the Earth, with its spiderweb lullabies

Amidst the cherished flora and fauna,
Amidst the Life.

I feel the Earth.
Sun-shining, canopy of plants blossoming;

But the autumn leave do fall, in time.
And the winter winds, so cold; harsh--

I feel Her sorrow.

I feel the Earth weeping; but not just in rain, or in snow
I feel the Earth sobbing, but not just in hurricanes or tsunamis
I feel the Earth screaming, but not just in Earthquakes, in her fear.
But what "fear" could someone so powerful hold?

She is afraid. . . of the Forgetting.

She is afraid, of her muddied waters,
When a human forgets her importance.
She is afraid of losing her trees
That we are cutting down.

She is afraid of losing control;
Of sobbing so much that-

She OVERFLOWS.

Who am i to judge her pain; when i am part of her enemies?
Who am I, oh Mother Earth
To feel your deepest anguish?

Just someone who sees My Home.

And never wants Her to be Forgotten.
MeghanKylie Jul 2017
torn between the past and the present
another version of you dies
you run towards the future
but then you start to cry

what if
you'll always feel
alone?

push that aside; you're better than that.
you are intricate,
you are beautiful,
you are pure.

they just can't see it.

they just don't see you.

but i do.
i see your flaws, and how they make you beautiful.
i see the way your hair falls on your face,
the crack in your voice when you start to cry,
the patterns on your summer dress,
the strings on your black hoodie

i see you.
i see the way people ignore
something so
unique;

you.
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