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Meghan Marie Mar 2011
When we're apart, I miss you more
Than you could possibly believe,
But, then again, I suppose
You would probably disagree.

I think of you so often,
If I were to make a line plot of my mind,
Your name would spring up more often
Than every other thought combined.

I love you unlike I've ever known,
And more with every passing day.
If I smile at you for no apparent reason,
That's what I'm thinking, though I might not say.

I want to hold you close and never let go,
Take away your pain, wipe away your tears,
Just as you bring out the lover in me,
And quell my past-founded fears.

For the first time, I'd rather not sleep alone,
I wake to your heartbeat, in rhythm with mine.
My dreams have become the most beautiful things,
as I drift away next to you, our fingers entwined.

I want most for you to be with me always,
I can't imagine my pain, were we to part,
If in the future we somehow drift away,
I make a promise to you, it'll surely break my heart.
Meghan Marie Mar 2011
I'm locked inside my head;
A prison of my own design.
Holding myself ransom,
Somehow, I've only started to mind.

These bars I've fashioned around myself,
Held me close, protected me.
But I feel like now I'm missing something,
And in order to find it I have to break free.

I'm screaming inside, I'm tired of hiding,
I know there's a key that belongs to someone,
If you can hear me, please, use it! Let me out!
It's so lonely in here all alone...

On the other hand, I must have done something very wrong,
To have been placed in a prison where the bars are so strong...
Meghan Marie Mar 2011
I am not who I am,
Just the same as everyone else.
I have dreams and nightmares, alike,
But I hide them so well, you can't tell.

Sometimes in my room
I'm myself for a while,
But the moment I'm not alone
I put on my mask and smile.

I stand straight, hold my head high
And am confidant no one will know
Who you think I am, is just pretend.
My personality is an elaborate show,

A children's masquerade dance
Filled with twists and turns, climbs and dives.
A roller-coaster ride designed to deceive,
Like Palahniuk wrote the script for my life.

I am not who I am,
But you'll probably never know.
I'm not even sure who I am myself,
Although I keep hoping I'll know tomorrow.

You can try to get inside
and look around my mind,
But you won't find me there.
If you want the real me, try my heart,
Somewhere inside the lonely dark,
You can find me hiding, if you dare.
Meghan Marie Mar 2011
You say you love me.
How can you?
You don't even know who I am.
The impression I get,
The message you're sending,
is screaming 'one night stand.'

Caress my cheek,
Play with my hair,
Whisper sweet nothings in my ear;
You think you're winning,
You think you're smooth,
You think you're saying exactly what I want to hear.

I'm not a fluid existence,
I notice, you understand,
You're madly in love with whoever who see.
I can’t help but wonder,
When we're not with each other,
How many other versions exist of me?

How very clever,
How very smooth,
Thinking an escape you've found
In pretending you're so worried
I'm the one that's untrue,
Nice attempt to turn the game around.

I've always been straightforward,
It's me, and no one else,
or else, darling, it isn't just you.
So, tell me, can you play by the rules?
If you want to love me,
You can't be loving her, too.

I'm sure she feels the same,
Polygamy doesn't fly well with girls,
The moment will come, you'll have to choose.
I'm left with but one thing to say,
I’ll still love you anyways.
Would she, if she were to lose?
Meghan Marie Mar 2011
You can try
and apologize
But you’re not superman
and you can’t
turn back time
So, baby, don’t try

How odd, to recoil from the touch of your hand
I forgive you but I don’t think you’ll ever quite understand
That feeling when everything is finally going right
And suddenly you’re fighting yourself for your life

I tried to run away down roads that went nowhere
Dead end streets dripping with deadpan humor
I’d hoped the ice and snow might numb me first
But still my frostbitten heart hurt the worst

Slowly you had me opening up to you
Falling head over heels and out of the blue
Thanks for pretending my text didn’t make sense
But I know you knew I’d do it, before I know I ever did

I’d tried to get it across many times before
But I always came off as drunk and nothing more
I swear to you it wasn’t just the champagne talking
It’s what I mean when I say you’ll understand when I say that something

When it comes to love I admit I’m rusty
You say, “I don’t understand why you can’t trust me”
It’s hard when I still cry myself to sleep
Remembering how much it hurt to have you say those words to me

You can try
and apologize
But you’re not superman
and you can’t
turn back time
So, baby, don’t try
Revised Version of Forgive, Never Forget

Re-Written with Kayla McCormick, for our musical project; Peach Pommes
Meghan Marie Mar 2011
She rolls a joint on an old DVD
Balancing the smooth plastic on her knees
She always wraps it so daintily
And when she’s done she looks up at me

She says, “Hey, you wanna smoke?”
I say of course, I’ll never turn down a ****
She lights it up with such a splendid grace,
Spillin’ ash all over the place

The smoke billows around her pretty nose
And into her nostrils I suppose
Two braids hang below her ears
Smells like **** and licorice whenever she’s near
Written with Kayla McCormick, for our musical project; Peach Pommes
Meghan Marie Mar 2011
I can't heal the deaf or blind,
I can’t turn water into wine,
But give me a glass, and I can turn it into kool-aid
Maybe if I were more like Jesus I could get laid

Neil Armstrong walked on the moon
And I’ll be leaving this place soon
And if you have any sense, you’ll decide not to follow
As I’ve told you before, my chest is hollow

Smoke me up before I go
Here’s a tattoo of a rainbow
I found it at the bottom of a box of ******* jacks
Put it on, and when it's gone, never look back

One last kiss upon the cheek
We'll both have moved on in a week
So walk me to the bus stop and say “adios”
You think you love me, but I know you can’t love a ghost.

Adios
Written with Kayla McCormick, for our musical project; Peach Pommes.
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