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 Mar 2015 Megan Grace
Amanda
My words fall out

bolder {bigger and bubbled as if bee-stung},

then I meant.

Perhaps, that is why promises get broken.

Pinky finger bones crinkle and crumble like egg tarts and raw sugar.

The words, the lies, the truth are all bigger than my hands, heart can give you.
Chin up and smile.

You look lovely.
Good night y'all!
x
 Mar 2015 Megan Grace
Makiya
new day,
old men and

every hour
retains their listless exhaustion;
half-hearts beat in their chests.


"The sky is bright today," I say, making
small talk.

"Don't worry, " he says through a concrete smile,
"we're tinting the windows tomorrow"
Working as a receptionist in a car dealership weighs on me sometimes.
The buzzed people
burn out on the street.
It's four a.m.
and cold toes are leaving imprints
on the concrete face
where the drunks and the homeless
beg for help
and for the past to change.

You, me, and every one we've met,
lean on the side of the tattooed bar,
smoking cigarettes that stain our lips,
slurring words that escape our souls.

You're wearing
Black Chuck Taylor All-Stars,
as we stand underneath
the black, starry sky.
You tell me,
as you put out the cherry
with your wet thumb,
that, "I busted my cherry
while riding my bike.
I hit a bump, then another,
and another."

We kiss and you whisper,
"It sounds better than the truth, right?"
I feel overwhelming sadness,
as I look at your freckles,
your speckled irises,
and I want to believe
the manufactured ignorance
that the world offers
and you take,
saying, "Of course, love."
Perhaps it was a night you don't remember
When your soul indiscreetly smothered mine
And there in the middle of the moment
I waited for the sun again to shine
I thought there was a purpose to the madness
The way my life began to rise and fall
But realizing day and night are lovers
I came to know the meaning of it all
I wasn't here to mend your broken spirit
I wasn't here to write you like a book
I must've thought I stumbled into shadows
For you to give me such a heavy look
But ours are not the eyes of the assassins'
we may destroy but we could never ****
I'm certain there is nothing left to wait for
We've seen it all but we are breathing still
with or without us
 Mar 2015 Megan Grace
Amanda
Miss
 Mar 2015 Megan Grace
Amanda
She's not the kind of girl your irises flits through in books.







*I hope you know that.
Hey hey you!
It's been a while, school has been insanely busy and stressful.
Hope all of you are well!
x
 Mar 2015 Megan Grace
Marie-Niege
she's never
known a man
that could walk
on water before.

'come on in,' he said
the water's fine,'
as he wades farther
and farther out into
a tided pool of nothingness.

'i'd rather stub my toe
against something sticky like a
starfish-
then feel nothingness
with you.'

she's never
known a man
that could
walk on water
before.

do you
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