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Megan Hoagland May 2015
Can we be lovers if we hate one another?
Love and hate, closer than you think
Stemming from passion and passion's all I've needed.

So, slam me on the bed,
Rip these clothes to shreds.
You hate me so good.

Yank my hair
Leave me gasping for air.
You hate me so good.

Can we be lovers if we hate one another?
And the answer is yes,
It's always ever been, yes.
Megan Hoagland May 2015
Last night, I met up with an old friend.

Last night, I saw the stars, closer than they've ever been.

Last night, I felt each hot breath and shuddered in delight.

Last night, I met up with an old friend.
Megan Hoagland May 2015
Love is sweet, love is kind.
Love is torture, love is blind
Megan Hoagland May 2015
Words used to fall
From this mind of mine,
Flowing, gushing,
Waterfalls of inspiration.

Gardens used to bloom
From the ink that anointed
Many pages.
Like April showers bringing May flowers.

But lately I'm more like October
Bringing death and decay
Slowly fermenting to cold December.
Megan Hoagland May 2015
The nighttime never bothered her
It went hand in hand with solitude
When solitude was a friend.

Cold breezes
   Dewey feet
     Star-filled eyes

The nighttime never bothered her
Until the magic was snuffed out
With one lustful shout.

Frigid winds
  Numb feet
    Lifeless eyes.
For a friend. A strong woman despite everything life has thrown at her. Stand tall.
Megan Hoagland May 2015
One day
I'll be smart enough
To stay
Far, far, away

From destructive foes
But snow is pretty
Until it snows and snows and snows.

Fires burning
Old wooden homes
But the house is me.
And I hate to stay.
And I hate to stay.
Megan Hoagland May 2015
Hold me close
Never let me go
Till sun comes up
Before it's too cold

Don't shy away
From the burning flames
As passion consumes,
Destroys, and leaves hate
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