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Megan May Aug 2014
It was like molten glass, his love
It poured through me
Filling every gap,
Every hole in my being that I couldn't fill myself
And as time went on,
The glass cooled
Hardening
Strengthening my bones
And my spirit
Fragile, yes
But she was careful
She knew his love was a gift
So she kept it safe
And in turn,
It made her strong,
Stronger than she ever was before
Megan May Aug 2014
The wind roared
Whipping through the newly leaved trees
The rain drops plummeted down from the clouds
Soaking everything in their path
Including a little girl
Who loved to dance in the rain
Lightning struck a tree not too far from her
Thunder shaking the earth
She laughed as the static and sounds waves coursed through her veins
The storms reminded her of her parents
Violent and loud during their fights
And then clean and peaceful after they made up
They also reminded her of herself
Raw power barely contained inside her little form
The ability to amaze and intimidate all at once
The storm was a glorious force of nature
And she was blessed enough to be one too
Megan May Jun 2014
It's three am
We're walking the empty beach
Lovers are the only people silly enough to be up at this hour
It's six am
We're crashed on your best friends couch
Curled up tight because there's barely room for one, let alone the both of us
It's nine am
There are pancakes and strawberries, almost in edible because I'm known for burning everything I touch
You eat them anyway
It's twelve pm
The sun makes the world too warm, so we stay inside in our underwear
Wasting the day away watching stupid movies
It's three pm
You've fallen asleep
And I've taken to tracing the lines of your face with my forefinger
It's six pm
There's champagne and flowers and a warm bath
My lips burn from all the kisses
It's nine pm
Your words are full of honey and brass tacks
I never knew something this sweet could hurt me so
It's twelve am
You're gone, slipping out the back door as soon as my eyelids close
You won't be coming back
It's three am
I'm screaming on the bathroom floor, struggling not to open the medicine cabinet
I don't know how to handle the pain
Megan May Jun 2014
I love you like an ace of hearts
A card as unpredictable as any other
The highest ranking or the lowest, depending on what sort of game you choose to play
I'd choose to play blackjack, and always make you worth 11 points, even if it put me over twenty-one
Because I want to prove your worth to you, even if it costs me a game or two
And I wouldn't play with just any deck
Oh no, I'd always play with the deck full of the cards you know and love
Some of these cards may become old and torn and stained, and may need to be replaced when they've run their course
But that ace of hearts will always remain, no matter how many battles it has seen
Eventually people will realize that the oldest card is your ace of hearts, but that will matter not
Because that card will stand the test of time, and remain there forevermore
Megan May May 2014
It says you were active 12 minutes ago
Even though you've been dead for twelve years
It was probably your cousin, you took over your page a few days after your passing
She turned it into a sort of yearbook, just for you
I wish you could see it
I always get my hopes up when I see that little green do appear on the screen
But it's never you
It hasn't been you in so long
It feels like just yesterday, you were by my side
Smiling and laughing and braiding your sister's hair
She hasn't worn a braid since you left
She says that nobody else can do it half as well as you did
We all miss you darling
I wish you'd come back
Even though I know you can't
You're still alive in my dreams though
And you'll always have your place in my heart
Megan May May 2014
It's 7 a.m.
I can still feel you in my bones
It's been months, years
Hundreds of thousands of days
But it's nights like this I can't help but remember
The way you touched me, it made me feel like there were butterflies hatching under my skin
Trying to escape
I used to think they were trying to fly to you
But now I know they were trying to get home
You made the trapped parts of me rise to the surface
The parts I had buried deep in the depths of my soul
In a place where nobody could ever reach them
The thorns in the maze of my heart had kept my secrets safe
Until you woke them up
But I realized that you couldn't set my butterflies free
I had to do that myself
Oh and it's been years or pain and torture and trying to win you back
You woke me up, but you could never set me free
And now, after all this time
I've finally figured out that I'm the only one who can help my butterflies get home
Megan May May 2014
12 days after midnight I found you
You were laughing at god knows what, probably some joke one of your friends made
From across the room, it looked like you didn't have a care in the world
But eventually I realized this wasn't true
As our worlds spun closer together, I learned of your love for cake and puppies and all things that made you smile
And of the dark past that haunted your soul
It was refreshing to know someone so real in this world of Barbie doll girls and boys that didn't know the difference between lust and respect
You made me forget the tragedy of my past
You pushed aside the broken memories of my past and made me feel like I could survive again
You were my lifeboat, my saving grace
You helped me float and forced me to learn how to swim again
And I will forever thank you for being there
12 days after midnight
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