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It's your last night here
but instead of sleeping
you have to wake up from dreaming
let reality snuggle in
as I get up to leave
fortunately or unfortunately
my keys and wallet are on your floor
so just one moment
in the morning
I'll be back
for a little bit more
just a little
bit
more
Daniel Magner 2014
it's been exactly 7 days
since i was, again,
thrown into a body of water
too vast to swim to the edge of,
and too deep to keep my
head above the surface,
and not one person has
come to my rescue.
it's all been
"you shouldn't have done that"
and
"you've slept with him before"
and
"stop drinking with older guys"
and too much silence
my hollow bones can stand.
so i'm going back to the center,
i'm holding my breath till i'm blue.
there is a sinking ship
where my heart should be
and i'm about to go down with it.
this is not self defense,
this is a distress signal
no one is picking up on.
caution at all times and empathy for all, but, above all, support for victims.
My heart dressed in polka dots and dark shades
Hair and hurt sitting on shoulder blades
Across rose-colored skin,
I brush my fingers over bumps and scarred perfection.

Dance with me in a pit of quicksand, rockabilly babe
And help me understand that I don't need to be afraid

We are children with short attention spans
and short term parents,
and it's apparent, in this short span of time,
I love you.
lately, i've been jealous
of the attention handed out
by people who shouldn't
matter to me

he didn't have me
sweating on his
bedroom floor
he didn't have me
crying with my head
in the toilet
he didn't have me
locked outside
my own rib cage
he didn't have me
like you did he didn't
have me like you did
he didn't have me
 Jun 2014 Megan Grace
peurdelavie
i'm all for metaphors
and lines of poetry
that make love seem
like a beautiful tragedy
but the truth is
i fell face down in the dirt
for a boy who had his head
too high in the clouds
to realise he was walking
all over me
 Jun 2014 Megan Grace
peurdelavie
I KNEW THAT I WOULD END UP LIKE THIS, WITH ****** KNEES, GRAZED PALMS, BROKEN BONES AND IN LOVE WITH YOU BUT DARLING I AM DONE FIGHTING I AM SICK OF BEING A SOLDIER COLD AND ALONE IN TRENCHES WHEN ALL I EVER WANTED WAS YOUR WARMTH
 Jun 2014 Megan Grace
marina
what if
 Jun 2014 Megan Grace
marina
i am scared
you will tire
of hearing
me say
'i love
you'
i will burn
every single bridge
i have ever ran across
out of the fear that
i might actually
need you,

because when i
told you i did,
you stopped calling
and now i'm left with
refusing to be
fooled that one day,
you might follow me
over one
again
My skin is a chalkboard yet your nails find their way to resonate sounds through my throat. What was once a clean canvas is now struck by an act of art and crime of pleasure. A chest full of "I love you's"  formed by kisses as rough as barbed wire and bruises carved by means of passion. Black and blue and red and purple, green, yellow; a rainbow of lust. Your hands around my neck is my favorite noose, a chokehold of fingertips I'll never escape the grasp of.
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