Meredith

Meredith Oct 2013

Ask me what you feel like
And I'll tell you with perfect clarity
Exactly how your hands felt on mine

ask me what you smell like
and the transparency of my words when
I speak of your aroma will be
as sweet as the smell itself

tell me how to laugh
and I'll reach around to the dusty
underside of my glass bottom heart to wipe away the
pain and fear to
feed the neglected feeling of bliss
with the intoxication that your smile allows

beg me to share my secrets
and I'll hand them over word by word in light blue envelopes
the words "love" and "hate" multiplied in the fray
of my private thoughts

ask me to love you
and I'll love you with every fragment of my broken heart
each pigmentation a different shade of
of the word
infatuated

Meredith Oct 2013

Where We Were

the silence between us was like a fire
warm and crackling
cloaking our bodies.

the energy between us was like the tips of a broken wire
sparkling in the innoxious night amid the
confluence of our lips.

the secrets between us were like butterflies
confessing themselves late
at a time of darkness
eluding our lips in the tangle of words
we didn't willingly express.

but lamentably this ended
the silence broken
slit vertically down both my wrists
cutting off our intravenous connection
the fire extinguished
the rarity ceased
the energy dulled
the wire released
our lips parted
ending like it never even started.

Meredith Oct 2013

All The Broken Pieces

all the broken pieces
scattered on the floor
a broken heart
a broken trust
that and nothing more
she took a giant hammer
and smashed it as she pleased
ignoring all the hurt
ignoring all the pleads
she picked up all the pieces
not caring that they cut
she tried to throw them out the door
but the door
she saw
was shut
now she'll keep them in her life and she'll be very sad
she'll keep them through the good times
the funny times
and bad
she will go on through her life and she'll do very well
but every time she feels those pieces
her heart will give her hell

this was from 6th grade so it's....6th grade level

Meredith Oct 2013

When Feelings Break Free

There are 24 hours in a day
1440 minutes
and 86440 seconds but I think
that feelings only become real after 11 O'clock
that your outer shell is shed then and
you're left with
a tiny, weak thing that you call
you.
you force yourself to stay awake to read or write about the pain
or the pain forces you to stay awake and read and write
either works but both
hurt so
much and you can't help but think about your
demons
but since it's late at night they're
no longer in your head but
all around you.
Staying up makes you feel the pain
so really insomnia is just
self harm without the blade.

Meredith Oct 2013

confluence

Inhale my exhale
feed my veins with your blood
invade my lungs and
evade my pain but
osculate it's outlines
rub it
smudge it to make it, no
make me
softer.
softer like elation
smile my smile
and I'll get your dimples
I'll laugh your laugh
and you'll feel my heart
beat in time with yours
you'll warm my bones
and I'll crack your knuckles.
let your arms wrap around my body and
I'll breathe in your smell
let it filter my self-hatred and
replace it with love, flowers
and the sound of your voice.
give me your eyes
so I can see in myself the things that you see
so I can finally know what pulls
you to me and
what keeps you there.
show me your past with my future
and build your future upon my past
tell me stories about your family
and show me the scars you keep hidden away
come to me with secrets bare
and I'll share with you mine that have never once seen the sunlight.

Meredith Oct 2013

I Dream Of Freedom

I dream of freedom
not for me, but for you,
I dream of freedom,
I hope you dream for it too
I dream of freedom of your stomach
that the hand clenched around your flesh
will loosen it's grip and cease to exist
I hope that your purple knuckles will turn pink
and in place of the bruises will sprout
one daisy for every time your
fingers slithered down your throat to agitate
the demons inside you
I dream of freedom of your feelings
that your love will not be restricted after stretching to your friends or
your boyfriend but that it will
stretch a little more so that it wraps around your fingers
and pulses through your veins
setting your heart on fire
and you can finally can feel how it feels to be cloaked in the warmth
of it
I dream of freedom of your heartbeat
that it will learn to slow down
that it wont skip a beat at the mention of the word "fat"
or the word "skinny" or anything along those lines because the only
movement your heart should make towards those words
it a full, long, loud beat of
pride because you are thin
were thin even before this
nightmare started
I dream in you believing
In what you say and what you do
I hope you believe that you can be saved and
I hear you when you say "I look so cute right now"
and I hope
god I hope that you
mean it.

-m.m

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