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Meg Goodfellow Oct 2014
Seeing you again was like seeing land for the first time after years lost at sea.
But for some strange reason;
I didn't want to be rescued.
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Meg Goodfellow Jan 2015
Out with the old, in with the new;
But does that apply for your demons too?
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Meg Goodfellow Oct 2014
Please, I beg you,
Stop doing this to me.
Stop loving me,
Then letting me go;
Because when you leave there is nothing to show,
Besides empty kisses,
And voiceless words in the night.
I tried to mend this,
And hold on tight;
But even the shadow of you seems to bend the light.
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Meg Goodfellow Feb 2015
The ‘almost ***’, covered sheets;
Like battle grounds for the weak.
We took kisses as cash;
And maxed out our credit cards.

We wrapped our hands around each others
throats, as if we secretly wanted the other to
choke
on our words
inhale our eyes
and lie
by each others side in desperation
for other hit of her-

oin.
We role played as lovers in an attempt to
recover the last inhales of breath
that broke between each embrace as we
laced ourselves together with tread

We were a death sentence that the devil sent to god
Demons disguised as angels
We set fire to our wings
And watched our bodies burn
Leaving nothing but blackened ashes
that turned
to white
in the dimming light
of wasted days and empty nights
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