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Aug 2012 · 440
Untitled
Meagan Aug 2012
I'm tired of waiting for you to start missing me.
I'm tired of sitting alone thinking of everything we should be.
People say that you say you want us to date.
They say don't give up yet y'all would look great.
But you have given no signs of missing me.
You have never called, texted, or anything.
So I am sorry that I'm tired of dealing with your *******.
Tired of our ******* on and off "thing."
And sorry for leaving you and giving up on you.
I finally realized that you were just full of it.
Jun 2012 · 428
Even Me
Meagan Jun 2012
Have you ever been in a crowded room but yet you feel alone?
Have you ever wished all your feelings would be gone?
Have you ever thought that no one knew the real you?
Well, guess what. I've been through all these things too.

Have you ever been just going through the motions hoping you seem alright?
Have you ever wished that you could cry with everyone in sight?
Have you ever thought that at least one person should be able to see?
Well, guess what. Everyone has thought that, yes even me.

Have you ever been asked how you keep it all together?
Have you ever wished that one person would actually stay by you forever?
Have you ever thought that everyone will always end up leaving you?
Well, guess what. I've  been through all these things too.

Have you ever been in the same room with an ex and everything is silent?
Have you ever wished that your relationship hadn't ended so violent?
Have you ever thought that this is all there is ever going to be?
Well, guess what. Everyone has thought that, yes even me.
Jun 2012 · 378
The pain
Meagan Jun 2012
Looking through the pictures makes me want to cry.
Thinking of the memories now a tear leaves me eye.
Knowing that you will never be mine.
And wishing that last night was a sign.
That maybe you and me really could  be meant to be.
But if that is the case why are you still with her and not me.
And this is officially the saddest kind of sad.
If you knew the pain that you have put me through you would feel so bad.
Jun 2012 · 504
The Dance
Meagan Jun 2012
You arrived to pick me up right on time.
You stood for the pictures with your arm around me.
You opened the door to the truck so I could get in.
You slid in right beside me and took my hand.

We went to your friends right before the dance.
We got a few more pictures then we all headed out.
We arrived at the school 10 minutes late, oh well.
We all walked in together and said hey to everyone.

You hung out with me all night even when your friends were elsewhere.
You picked on the height difference when I took of my heels.
You even asked me to slow dance when the slow dances came on.
You made me feel like I was yours even though your heart belonged to someone else.

We stayed a little late and we had said our goodbyes.
We were back at the truck and we both hopped in.
We held hands and suddenly you released your grip.
But you were just moving to put your arm around me instead.

In that moment I would have gladly stayed.
I would have spent the rest of my days.
And the sad thing is we will never be together.
But the saddest thing is that I'm not your forever.

We only went together because she was to young to attend.
But merely two days before you two were together you said you loved me.
We both knew the feelings were still there.
But only we knew that we wanted to be more than friends.

And after last night everything went back the same.
You talking to her and ignoring me.
Some may say I should be ashamed of the things we did.
Maybe they are right but in the end I'm the only one hurt.

He can move on and forget this night.
She never has to know the details.
Everyone that was there will never have to see inside of me.
But I still have that love for you and the dance made it worse.

I thought it would make me see that you weren't the right one.
But the dance showed me that you could be the man of my dreams.
The dance brought all my feelings for you rushing back.
The dance made me realize that I still love you.
And I have hope that you still love me too.
This is about me and my eighth grade formal date. If you want more details about the whole situation just ask. Oh and this is my first poem on here if its bad let me know tell me how I can improve.

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