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Maeve Jan 2014
Tell him he's loved
Tell the boy he's fine
Tell the boy for ever and always
Tell the boy he's on your mind

Tell him he's safe
Tell the boy he's okay
Tell the boy never to worry
Tell the boy that you won't be letting him go today

Tell him he's funny
Tell the boy he makes you laugh
Tell the boy despite his great sense of humor,
Tell the boy that his knock-knock jokes are crap

Tell him he's an idiot
Tell the boy you hate him
Tell the boy even with all that, he's the best
Tell the boy that with him, your life is the greatest its ever been

Tell him he's important
Tell the boy how much he means to you
Tell the boy you need him there
Tell the boy you'll need him for as long as the sky stays blue.

But most of all
Tell the boy he's loved.
Maeve Jan 2014
I want something sweet
No, not like food
Not like gifts.
I want something sweet

Something that smells like summer
Rests like lake water
Warms my skin like midday sun
Frees me like a swing

Something that sounds like whispers
Talks like peace
Comforts me like home
Cheers me like Maine

Something that loves like a puppy
Fights like a lion
Finds me in the dark
But puts me into hiding

I want something sweet
Maybe a tad bit complicated.
Maybe it'll be short-lived.
But it's happiness.
*I want something sweet.
I was feeling so summer, carefree today and I've been craving that a lot lately so yeah
Maeve Jan 2014
With the ****,
The ****** of mind,
Deprived of the only thing that could fill
The dark void that is one of a kind

Slayed your soul,
******* your thoughts
On you she took such a toll
Break free, before you are stripped by the lot

Who is this newborn
This person I do not know
The careful heart, shattered and torn
Where is it now, where did it go

And I hope someday
You'll be revived,
You'll find your way,
And know that you don't have to let yourself die just to feel alive
Maeve Jan 2014
The television blares, it blinks, it shakes
A cup falls out of the cabinet, it flies, it jumps
They shatter.
Someone's banging on the door, they scream, they holler
She's laughing in your ear, a witch-like cackle
Ha-ha-ha That's all she's says, that's all she does
You keep your head facing forward, don't dare to look around
It's all madness, the footsteps on the ground
Who's creeping down the stairs, you didn't have guests
Who opened the window, who made such a mess?
The laughing
The constant laughing like chimes, it intensifies
Cold sweat, warm tears,
Your body is paralyzed in face of your greatest fears
Do it! Punch a wall, kick a desk!
But sweetie, there is no time for rest.
We must go, we must hurry!
They're almost here!
Who? You feel dizzy. Not another surprise please, I beg you, not another.
The room starts spinning, the ceiling circles you like a volchar.
The small man, with the elf-like features, he's tugging your arm
He's pulling you, as she laughs with such insanity your stomach churns.
Who are these people, what is this hell
A piercing scream is released into the air,
You believe it was your own, but with all the creatures yelling in your ear, you can't be certain.
The noises crank up, the objects fly off the walls
The TV changes from loud channel to channel, from voices to white noise
This is the worst, this is the peak
But suddenly it all stops with a screech.
The tv is in its place, normal channel, normal news
All the items are in their spot, all organized, all unused
There is no laughing. There is no man. There are no footsteps. There is no pulling hand.
But it was all there. You know it was.
Silence. Eery silence.
Now you're left in the confusion of your own mind.
But perhaps you've been there the whole time.
Maeve Jan 2014
The world is cruel
The world is mean
The world is filled
With people like me
Maeve Jan 2014
Well, you're beautiful, aren't you?
Something about you makes me want to stay
Perhaps it's the way the breeze feels when you radiate warmth
Or the way your soft, cold plushness feels against my skin.
Or the calmness you bring to me when everything seems to speed up.
My favorite gift from you,
The best thing you've given me is
Clear skies
Bright eyes
And hope.


I'm in love with the earth.
Maeve Dec 2013
That day
That cold December day

The house was silent and the floorboards creeked
In the girl's ears rung no stumble, no sound
If only I had woken up, she thought if I only I didn't sleep
And it was her guilt that drowned her, the moment she walked in on what she wished she had never found

Mother rests peacefully in the other room
As the poor girl turns the corner with a shattering scream
She's paralyzed by her own screech, carrying on almost like a tune
Mother awakens with a jump, things are far worse than they seem

Poor little girl
She woke up too soon
And in return, discovered a man that fell asleep too fast

Poor little girl
Now defined by her tears alone
Poor little girl
Wakes up to find her father hanging from a rope
RIP. I'm so sorry.
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