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Megan May Apr 2014
You sit just across the table from me but you may as well be a universe away
I know you aren't happy with the way your life is going right now and I wish I could change that
I'd kiss your scars and hold your hand and lie with you, my head on your chest, while we watched all your favorite shows
And I'd stay, even if there were a hundred episodes and it took us three days to watch them all
I'd come up with the best surprises but you'd never be surprised because my excitement would bubble over and I can't keep a secret to save my life
I'd give you keys to the locked up memories of my heart and let you dig through the parts of me that nobody else gets to see
I'd make you tea and coffee and hot coco every morning, even though you'd probably wake up before I would
I'd take you to the park and we'd have picnics and play hooky like we did in grade school
We'd debate about science and religion and love at six pm over chocolate chip pancakes
We'd drink champagne and count fireflies under the summer stars
I would do everything in the world with you
Things I've never wanted to do with anybody else until you came along
But you're a universe away
And we can never truly be a "we"
Megan May Apr 2014
I have enough one liners and unfinished poems that I know that you can't always finish what you start.
Sometimes the ideas run out, sometimes the feeling just goes away and it doesn't turn out how you expected.
Even when you do start things, they just don't always go your way.
Sometimes what you try to start off as a love poem ends up turning into a rant about how lonely and hopeless you are.
But you have to remember that just because you feel a certain way, doesn't mean you're gonna feel that way forever.
Things change, and that's part of life.
You have to accept it, even though you don't want too.
If we always hold onto our past, we can never move forward to the next chapter.
And if we never move forward, we don't know what's going to happen to the characters in our lives.
We don't know what's going I happen to us.
And not knowing is my biggest fear.
Megan May Apr 2014
Just because you're sad, just because your smile is twisted and you think your soul is broken, doesn't mean that people think any less of you.
Even if you don't feel strong on the inside, you could be someone's beacon of hope and you would never even know.
Most people are too afraid to speak up when it comes to the people they most admire, the people they love, trust.
They don't want to say anything because they'll feel foolish, or stupid, or maybe the person won't accept it, won't believe them.
But you should.
If someone ever tells you that that admire you, that they love you, believe it.
Because that takes a lot of guts, it takes a lot of feeling, it's taken a lot of thought.
And if you just shrug it off, pretend like nothing ever happened, well then that's your problem.
There's beauty in this world, there's beauty inside your soul, even if you don't believe it.
Megan May Apr 2014
Her soul was a candle flickering in the palm of his hand
Slowly eating away at the wax until it was only the faint murmur of a flame
He ran across deserts and over mountains to try to find a safe place for this little candle
He constantly added wax, trying to rebuild it so it could feel powerful again
He cupped his hands together tightly, trying not to let the breeze slip between the cracks his fingers made
He tried his best, and so the story goes, his best happened to be just enough
The flame of the little candle grew under his protecting watch
It grew large enough to stand on its own, to fight the wind and the rain and the storms all by itself
The candle still needed him though
He provided more wax whenever it was needed, and stuck around to make sure his candle was alright
And she was.
Forever indebted to him, she stood as a beacon of hope for the hopeless, and a symbol of love for the lonely
Forevermore.
Megan May Apr 2014
PART I
                  -Secrets-

He's not like the boys on the covers of magazines
He's not like the boys you believed would be waiting for you at the end of the aisle
He's one of his own
You weren't expecting him, you didn't even know that a boy like this existed
He's broken every measly expectation you've ever set
But there are some things that must remain under lock and key
He can't know about the one time in fifth grade you broke your best friends arm on purpose so that you could take her spot in the school play. She would have done a much better job in that god forsaken role.
He can't know about the time in seventh grade when your sister's boyfriend took you into the guest bedroom and did unspeakable things to you. You still can't enter that room without having to hold back tears.
He can't know about the time in ninth grade when you opened up your parents liquor cabinet and tried to drown your sorrows in the burning taste of whiskey and ***. You passed out on the floor and almost didn't wake up.
He can't know about the scars, mental and physical, that have haunted you everyday since the day you were born.
This pain is a burden you must bear alone, you would never force even an ounce of your sorrow onto his flawless, muscular back.
You will keep all of it bottled up, because he is the best thing that has ever happened to you, and you can't afford to scare him away.
So stick on that smile and giggle when he says something cute.
Because you're never gonna find another man like him.

                    PART II
                -Revelation-

It was well past midnight when the two of you finally stumbled back into your apartment
You've been sharing the same bed for the past three months
Even though he still doesn't know about your past
And you thought that you'd like to keep it that way
But tonight you weren't so sure
There was something about the way the moon reflected off of the deep pools of his eyes
Something about they way his laugh got a little huskier after he'd had a drink or two
Something about the way he danced with you, always keeping his hands in a respectful place
Something about the way he opened doors and picked up the tab and looked at you like you were the most ******* beautiful thing he had ever seen
It all made you want to spill the truth
Maybe the extra fruity cocktail had given you courage, but no matter what it was, as soon as he had tucked you into bed, all the emotions spilled out.
You told him about your past, about all the horrific events that had shaped you, about all the terrible choices you had made
And when you were done with your story, he held you while you cried

                  PART III
               -Discovery-

He pulled away for a moment, allowing you time to get yourself together
After you had wiped your tears on the bed sheets, you turned to him in wonder
He was still there
He hadn't gotten up and left like you expected.
He had stayed by your side and didn't look like he was leaving anytime soon
Then he told you his story
He wove a tragic tale of a young boy living under the dictatorship of an awful mother
He would show up to school each day, beaten and bruised, and no matter how many times people asked what had happened, he always had an excuse
Because even though his mother rationed his food and locked him in the closet when the dishes weren't perfectly clean, he still loved her with all the love his little heart could put out
But he survived, somehow he made it out of that house alive and had hope for a better tomorrow
And now it was your turn to hold him as he cried

                   PART IV
              -Acceptance-

When both pairs of
eyes were dry, and all the old, broken truths revealed, you curled up in each other's arms arms and gently fell asleep
The next day when you woke up, it was as if nothing and everything had changed
No words were exchanged, the only movement was you shifting to rest your head on his shoulder
The two of you stayed like that for many long minutes, until your stomachs growled in unison, begging for breakfast to be served
And you continued on without another mention of the past
Though the two of you both carried a piece of the other, and had a newfound respect for the other member of your pair

                    PART V
               -Knowledge-

And this is how your story ends
With the knowledge that if your love is really true, you will be accepted for who you are
No matter how tragic or awful your past
There is always hope for the future
As long as your love remains true
The Part I title won't stay centered, sorry about that
Megan May Apr 2014
She belongs in Cadillacs and lush apartments and big, bright cities
She belongs on the covers of magazines and in the fantasies of boys across the nation
She belongs in four poster beds and silk sheets and decorative pillows
She belongs in high heels and long dresses and expensive perfume
She belongs in perfectly curled hair and flawless makeup
She belongs on red carpets and in the focus of cameras
She belongs in ballrooms and night clubs and fancy hotel rooms
She belongs in loyal arms and a loving heart
She belongs to money and power and fame
And the word stunning belongs to her

— The End —