I write stuff.

Megan S. I'm a 22 year old girl. I'm pretentious as fuck. I read and write and drink a lot of coffee. Potentially triggering. © - Please refrain from using my work for either profit or non profit purposes. Any unauthorised broadcasting, public...

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Writing came naturally When being alive didn't, Not healing but surviving, Trying to learn to feel again.

M.S.

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Okay so I don’t know if anyone cares or even remembers me lol (it’s been years) but I’m back

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No one will love me  The way I loved  (Still love) You. You'll never know You'll never know And I'll just watch how You live your life And thrive In blissful ignorance.

M.S. /Why am I still writing poems about you?/

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I'm more alive Than I've been for a while Or ever but Wanting to stay this way Doesn't come easy So go easy On me. Existing is exhausting. I'll never not be In the process of trying To get the hang of it.

M.S.

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I'm not okay But that's alright Don't let the thought of my tears Leave you awake at night- Because you said you'd be there But I know that she's there too And I can't give you what she can So what more can I do? I'll cry alone Die alone And leave living to you.

M.S. //I was his first, and he’ll be my last//

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I once loved a boy Whose eyes felt like sunshine And whose chocolatey gaze Could melt the coldest of touches. He loved me with his golden soul And still does Enough to break my heart, The impossible heart That left his behind. Not all that is breakable  Can avoid being broken And not all who crave love Are made to be loved.

Megan S. 

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Born with the mind of a mermaid Living with a mind filled with monsters- The Lady of the Lake Fills her pockets with stones And walks away from the land That never felt like home.

Megan S.

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Black coffee headaches And late night drives And yellow ladybirds Dead On the off-white rug Teeth grinding teeth And a bed not yet slept in. I'll break my own heart More times Than any man could.

M.S.

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You told me to save my sorrys And I'm sorry that I tried Because I'm sorry but My sorry heart needs to let its sorry go. I'm sorry My sorrys weren't enough for you But they're too much for me to bear And they're drowning me While you wade away  Away from me... I hope not quite Forever.

Megan S. 

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Don't worry, mate. Writing is in your blood and as long as your blood courses your veins, you will not have reached your "peak". There is no peak. Your writings will always touch people.

Thank you, this message has stayed in my inbox for a while and I finally brought myself to be able to answer it. I guess it’s just a case of taking my writing back to a place where notes and follower counts aren’t the be-all and end-all. I’ve always struggled with falling back on numbers when faced with uncertainty and I’m really trying to not let something that is such a healthy release for me from going the same way.

The messages that have been in my inbox during the time that I’ve been struggling with writing have been invaluable, and the people that have stayed mean the world to me

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I miss you With all the heart That broke yours. This isn't poetry But a last resort Last-ditch attempt To keep the pain inside and away From those who make the mistake Of loving me. Some people just Aren't designed to be loved As much as they wish they were. One kiss and the cracks Begin to spread And I'm left alone To contain the contagion.

Megan S. 

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I'm not lost but I lost you Or you lost me- On the wrong end Of a one-way ticket Out of the world That is breaking us both.

Megan S. 

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Better to die Knowing that you had potential Than to live Knowing you'd never fulfil it.

Megan S.

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More dark poetry coming up...

Because my emotions are full-on tearing me apart at the moment

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He'll ask your name And if you reply -Because why wouldn't you reply?- He'll tell the world You led him on.  If you speak You're a flirt If you don't You're a bitch. And still they say It's him That's been hurt.  And perhaps I'm naive To believe that some guys Can be interested in me  For something other than a fuck. I'd rather be naive Than cynical But I guess now I'm cynical. But better that Than another girl Tail between legs Crying and confessing To her failure to keep A contract made Without words and Without her knowledge  And without her consent. ... You made your assumption Make an ass of me- The only part of me I'd consider letting you kiss.

Megan S. //You led yourself on//

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I want to die with all my heart And he cries to hear that He isn't enough To make life enough. I am the brick Tied to his ankles And his to cut off. And I'm sorry- But I'm going down With or without him.

Megan S. ‘To his mother’

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We never claimed To have any grip on  Forever Or even on Each other- No such thing as meant to be.  I was yours In the way that a flower Belongs to the bee That drinks in its sweetness Until it starts to wither away. I withered away.  And you were mine In the way the sky Belongs to the moon- Because it doesn't And you weren't And pretending only works when it's dark.

M.S.