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Megan Mae Apr 2011
Days drawing to a close, again
No more thought, no more.
Sit and wonder how much you
Could possibly lose if you take
The path you didn't truly chose.

What would happen if you
Followed something other than your heart?
What would happen if you lied to yourself?
What would happen if you became
The very thing you wanted to destroy?

Days draw to a close and you're left wondering,
What exactly are you trying to find out?
What have you decided to become,
What have you chosen to be?
A monster or a relief?

Who would you be to yourself if you changed?
Or are you some one you were all along?
Days draw to a close and you still can't tell...
If this new persona is from heaven...
Or if its a gift from hell...
Megan Mae Apr 2011
Yes, foolish me I said it,
I said I loved you.
You took it the way I knew it,
You ran as fast as you could.
'I love you, but I'm not in Love with you,'
If only I had a dime....For the amount of
Times I've heard that line drives me insane.

Well yes, foolish me I said it,
There's no turning back.
And now here we are arguing
Its been four hours already.
I'm telling you it wasn't your fault,
You're telling me its mine.
I'm telling you to stop hurting me,
You say that I'm just lying.

Apparently to you, you're the angel in disguise.
You're saintly you could do no wrong.
HA, you're afraid of nothing? Right.
You're afraid of me proving you wrong,
You're afraid of me telling the truth,
You're afraid you're not as holy as you thought,
You're afraid you're life is over....
But even worse for you?
You're afraid that I will leave you.

Why? You say I am so difficult, I'm crazy to no end.
So why on earth do you try so hard to keep me as your friend?
When I cry you walk away, but return to tease and taunt me more.
But when I know you're no longer listening, I leave and don't come back.
You call, ask me to return. I can't I'll hit you. I know I will.
You have to be seriously joking me. Telling me that you're to blame...
Only because of things that I HAVE done to YOU.

Automaticlly its my fault again. And you stab me more and more.
No sir you weren't using me, and I wasn't using you...
ITS HARD TO USE A *****.
I was afraid of posting this...I guess I don't care any more.
Megan Mae Mar 2011
They think you love me...
And if I think and look hard,
If I try harder, I will see it.
But how can I believe it?
You were too good to be true.
Some one who liked me for me?
Impossible. And yet you said
Those 3 deep words... 'I Love You'
God knows I want to believe you.
God knows I want to know the truth.
God knows how much I simply, want you.
But I am NOT going to ask you,
I will mention that I don't know,
But I will never ask you to explain,
Never ask you to define or clear up,
I would love to know, but will not ask
How you feel or view me - I wont be like her.
I will NEVER make you say.

They say they're sure you love me,
Saying everyday that they see things,
Looks and glances you give me,
How hugs don't seem to be the same
To those who just seem to watch,
How is it I'm the one receiving the embrace
And I am the one not seeing this motive?
God knows i wish it was there,
God knows I am weak in the knees,
God knows those 3 words scare me...
I can never really know if its true or not.
But what I personally can't find out is if
I'm afraid you're not really in Love with me,
Or if you are...and I have to turn you away.

They seem certain that you love me...
God Knows I Love You Too....
Megan Mae Mar 2011
I know the truth, and it shocks me,
How much she's played him,
How vast her confusing web was spun.

I know the truth, and it mocks me,
How he has fallen back to her,
How he has no idea what to do.

I know the truth, and it hurts me,
How now she realizes his feelings,
How she might not be the One.

I know the truth, and it scares me,
How she is tempting him with care,
How she tricks him with sweet words.

I know the truth, and it will **** him,
How she is catching him like the fly,
How he doesn't know how to escape.

I know the truth, and it will hurt him,
How he honestly doesn't know who,
How he loves but can't decide which.

I know the truth, and it scares me,
How can I tell his heart after her?
How can I be sure I understand him?

I know the truth behind this girl,
How she plays him like he his violin,
How easily I can read her, but not him.
Megan Mae Mar 2011
I know this might sound over done, or the phrase might be over used; but you my dear, are not who you say you are. King of hearts, you claim...HA! You have no idea what you do. So you claim all these girls love you, while you simply plant the seed in all you desire, waiting for them to bloom, bud, desire you for water. You wait and watch and from those that grow pick the few that interest you the most, or suite your needs, or fit your profile.

God you're such a thief. I was there, watching it unfold and yet I let you plant a seedling in me. I opened my mouth and let you reach down my throat and burrow that seed into my heart, and there it grew into a wild thorn I simply could not remove on my own. I begged and begged for you to take it out, but you simply poked it and claimed 'It wont budge'. I would cry and plea for you to release me, but you said 'Its all out of my hands'.

Oh you lying Thief of hearts. There are so many songs about you now a days, playing on the radio so effortlessly. Leaving me to curse the karma and the world the radio relies on screaming out the window 'CURSE YOU IRONIC RADIO, PLAY SOMETHING THAT DOESN'T RELATE TO MY LIFE!' or even worse, while you drive me about, dragging me behind on your little escapades, as one of the songs pops up... YOU even sing ALONG. King of hearts? No you're the Joker, fooling girls depraved of love into falling for your trap.

I was in your room once, there was a simple jar. When I asked what it was, you simply said it was art. Now I know its your safe. Its the jar you keep the hearts you've stolen, so cold hearted you are, your heart frozen in heartless hell - feeding off the warmth and affection you can steal from those too tender to see through your facade. How ironic, your favorite song being so easily the description of your plight.

Now I can sit here, watching you return to the heart that came back to haunt you, the heart you no longer wanted and threw back away. But you held it so long that here she flew, returning so eagerly to you, finding any way she could to convince you to return. But you want me back? Why do you try so hard? I don't understand. I may love you, but all I wish is you to return my heart to me...or tear your thorny seedling from my chest and set me free.

Though true I love you, I wish nothing but to remain with you, but I want to see if its really me who wishes this, and not this tiny seed that sits in my heart. A charming phrase, a tender moment, a sweet kiss, a desiring touch. Maybe I am just blinded by the wool you pulled over my eyes. So please, Thief of Hearts, return this broken heart to its original state, with out your black rose...

Let me chose for myself.
Megan Mae Mar 2011
Bubbly, hyper, makes you happy,
always handing out smiles, always charming,
I'm the girl you always want to be around.
But recently you see that my actions
Seem strangely turned upside down.

I'm calmer now you realize,
my smiles gone or faded.
You try to slap it back on,
Ha! You're so ******* Jaded.

I'm always the girl to make you feel
As if you're one of the best.
But now you're sitting here confused
Because I no longer try.

Your silly, funny, joyful friend
Was faked all from the start.
And how you're all confused to why
We're not friends any more.

I'm tired of being fake, of pretending that I care
I'm sick of all the lies I'd take and believe
When I knew you weren't all true...
I'm tired of faking to be friends With YOU!

I'm just tired. Tired of the lies, tired of the stakes
I'm tired of the fool hardy mistakes.
I'm sick of dealing with those that I hate,
ALL because i don't want them to feel like i did..
Left alone, unwanted, rejected...... Think Eve's snake.

I refuse to crawl on the floor any more,
I refuse to miss use my limbs. I'm tired
Of going 'Ok Sir you win' when there's
No game to play, no song to sing.
You want me on my belly so you can twist
My arm...well ******* dear 'friends'
No need to alarm but I'm not this easy push
Over like I was before. I'm not wasting all
That energy on faking to you any more.
I've got back my energy and i'm ready
To ******* defend, so if you start to **** me off
HAHAHA

Lets put it this way.
You were never my friend.
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