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Meg Howell Feb 2015
Love is
a word used to describe
the feeling when two brains instantly click like a key in a door
or when you don't care for them to see you in your pjs with your hair looking like a nest because you know they don't care
it's even when they open the car door for you or wish you a safe ride home
and when you touch, the zing of electricity, not just the normal tingle, I'm talking about an electric shock magnified louder than your heartbeat
also, when you're holding hands and they make circle traces with their thumb over your hand
love can't solely be defined in one definition
but when you feel it, you just know
Meg Howell Feb 2015
Remember that time when I thought that true love existed
& maybe I still do
but the only true love I know right now is with God
I don't know what to believe
Do we really fall in love?
Or is it more like a trap door?
Meg Howell Feb 2015
You don't understand how dangerous I am
I'll treat you with the best of love
And make you the only one I see
I'll try to keep you happy
While keeping myself happy at the same time
But what you don't get
is that I
can let you go faster than you think
yeah, it would hurt me
but distance isn't an option
& communication is necessary
It's a double edge sword
I'm poisonous
but sometimes the taste of poison is ever so sweet
Meg Howell Feb 2015
Blow out the candle
Let it go they say
Watch the smoke dance up in the air
And the flames leave
with a simple dance
As the wax hardens leaving a warm spot full of scented memories
But I don't want to let go
They can't make me
Meg Howell Feb 2015
Writing

When I found it
I found new life
Meg Howell Jan 2015
Raging through your flesh
making you feel anxious
picking through each part of your mind
suddenly you're frantic
making you lose your (little) bit of sanity
leaving you with insane memories
ripping your heart down an uneven line
leaves you wondering "Do they even love me?"
he's the monster that leaves a trail
he makes a difference on your life
he leaves you out to dry.... or die
it's survival of the fittest with him
                           Stress
Meg Howell Jan 2015
Take me to the place
with streets of gold
and flowing green pastures
where there's no lack of sunshine
even when it's raining
and I can eat with my favorite people
whom were long gone before me
I can spend my days writing
about whatever thought fills my mind
I'll go on far out adventures
maybe to the moon
or atleast to the stars
I'll climb a tree and read a book
It'll be a living fairytale
There'll be lots of swing dancing & Frank Sinatra in this world
With a wonderful fill of Audrey Hepburn & Alfred Hitchcock movies
I can see a drive in theater in the distance
Along with a cute little diner
And a Polaroid camera
To capture my fantasy
And keep it locked away
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