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Megan Jan 2014
my dear
i'm sure you're fire.
because when my fingertips
actually brush your skin.
you're hot.

my dear
i'm sure you're fire
because almost every time
where we actually touch
i could burn up
and die.

my dear
i'm sure you're fire
because you've left permanent
scars on this world.
and i couldn't think
of a world without a fire
or without passion.
or worse, without
you.
Megan Jan 2014
poetry here
is like a diary
in my hands.
here however
i choose to be more creative
close the distance of complains and whines
open spaces
and forgotten pages
with poems.
and i declare
poetry is how i express myself
without talking to many
here, poetry
is my diary
Megan Jan 2014
yesterday i took four alieve
today i took four more
tomorrow i could try six
because it's starting to get hard to see
my head hurts
and it may be your fault
but i forgive you.
it'll pass soon
hopefully
Megan Jan 2014
i looked ahead in my calendar planner
to where the year ends
and i wrote:
junior year over.
one more to go.
and summer
but i felt the thickness between those pages from january to june
and a little bit of despair
set over.
that's a long time.
Megan Jan 2014
and you would never believe
the way i look at you
my dear, i wish you knew
how my eyes and heart soften
and how my heart
threatens to melt
whenever you smile.
even if it's not for me.
i like seeing you genuinely happy
than the hard stare i usually gain.
so i keep fighting to make you smile.
Megan Jan 2014
S
that new years kiss could of meant
anything.
but i felt spontaneous.
you are the embodiment of music,
dear boy
don't stray from that path
the number 4,000 suits you

K
you opened up to me completely
and we're my new friend
but lately i've sensed you closing off
i'm not sure if it's the stress of memorizing
or the fact i'm trying to be
his new gem.

M
since freshman years we've been friends
and i've done everything for you
here and there
and everywhere.
but it seems you've found new friends.
i wish you would remember me

C
my dear
i consider you the king
of the universe.
don't give me that harsh stare
i prefer it when you smile.

K
you were my first love
but i hated myself.
and i was scared.
and even though
you live a world away
you are now my best friend
Megan Jan 2014
how saturdays and sundays
**** me
is
how
the word
"weekend"
means two days
in which i
worry
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