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 Oct 2015 Meredith
felicity
Insomnia
 Oct 2015 Meredith
felicity
I blamed it on insomnia
but actually it was you
sometimes when I delve too deep
my heart just breaks in two
 Sep 2015 Meredith
Sydney
You
 Sep 2015 Meredith
Sydney
You
The first time I saw you,
My heart skipped a beat.
Your sun kissed caramel skin,
Midnight eyes,
Voluptuous lips,
And your crepuscular hair,
falling into place,
So perfectly without even trying.
And your body,
Was so inviting.
The way your white, polo shirt tugs at your bicep,
Was so distracting.
When you finally looked my way,
I felt my face get hot.
I didn’t know something so beautiful,
Could notice someone as simple as me,
Dark brown messy hair,
Aqua eyes,
Pale skin,
And a curvaceous figure.
 Sep 2015 Meredith
felicity
can you die from lack of affections -
asking for a friend
because if u can,
                               i think this is the end
How to survive Heartbreak 101.
                   you don't.
the ink stamp from your lips is forever in my heart
       book.
but it's ok,
no,
it will be though.
       euphoric feelings, that's what i took.
Now it's 2 am -
our prime time.
and i wait for you to call but i'm the only one on the line.

"please leave a message after the beep."

                         and i start to wonder.
do you miss me like i miss you.
  or am i blind and got attached to you.
to you,
to the memories,
to the nights we shared,

what did they mean?

     i'm sorry that i miss you, but it's cool i get to see you in my dreams.
 Dec 2014 Meredith
Pretty Panic
I think something went wrong when I was made
like God skipped a stitch and left
part of me gaping open and
when I was eight I found that thread and out of
sophomoric curiosity I started tugging
look at me now
a mess of tattered strips of fabric
all tangled up in the thread
that was supposed to hold me together
and sometimes I get it in my head
that someone will come along and
fix me
but that's never quite how it seems to work
because I was sick the day
everyone else got scissors
and so when I expect affection
I get rejection
and the cold snip, snip, snip
of the parts of me they want to take
and now there's not much left
underneath the pretty face
just tangled thread
and a graveyard of a heartbeat
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