| January 4th, 2002 Let me go, sweet obsession. My heart is empty, And you�re holding my hand. Megan 1:20am |
| June 16, 2002 -All I want- I want to tell you how I feel. At this moment, there are a thousand Bugs swimming through my veins. All with your face, all with your name. I want to describe the joy to you. As the sun pours into my room, And The silence wraps around me like your arms Once did. I�ve been wanting to tell you of all the things you Are to me. At this moment, there are a thousand Angels singing. All with your soul, all with your voice. I want to show you how I have fooled myself. As I pull the shades closed, As I hide my face from you. But I never will tell. You never will know. Just how my heart beats, and how this love grows. Megan 2:37pm |
| March 24, 2002 My hair, Stringy, flat. Brown like mud. Dull like paper. Lies upon my skin, Blemished and scarred. This covers my layers. Which holds my lifeless eyes, With their empty stare. Which look at you. You and your perfect lips. Your joyful gleam... Untouched by age, Your shining hair waves As you pass by me again. My childish name, Missed by your casual hello. I am dirt, Under your precious feet. Megan 1:29am |
| October 27, 2002 The air has turned cold, And the chill is comforting. The streets are empty. The traffic, silent. The only sound, my heart screaming. Megan 11:28 pm |
| September 12, 2002 My heart, much like a shooting star, Screams across the sky. Screams across the world, Only to fall. Only to die. Megan 3:41pm |
| September 28, 2002 It�s been weeks now. Weeks, and still I wait. Weak and still I wait. What was it I found in you? I open my hands, But there is nothing there. I searched my pockets, All the drawers in this place, But, nothing. I find nothing. What was it I wanted from you? I open my heart, But there is nothing there. Nothing but space, Endless empty space. I think something was there before. Should I look for it? Should I really bother? There was something, Something dark you gave me. That I still have. I keep it wrapped around my wrists. It�s to protect me, bind me from others. You�ve seen to that at least. I think you�re killing me. Megan 5:40pm |
| 10/16/03 I'm falling, downwards, sideways, whatever. things aren't the same, and only I, I am to blame. Had it all figured, my lungs were smoke free, but three weeks, a pack a day, this clearly isn't me. No more drugs, now I'm drinking. Clearly, clearly I'm not thinking. Had you in my bed, you who wears two faces. I've looked for myself, but have found no traces. Kissed you, had you, watched you walk away. Things aren't the same, And only I, I am to blame. Megan |
| This is just some shit I've written, in no particular order. |
| 09/22/03 "Blah" The pit of my stomach dances, when I just want to be still. And my palms are all sweaty, as I try to play it cool. I don't know what I am doing, or the reasons I am doing it. But this could be a mistake, huge enough to break me. But I want to be broken. I want to feel your arms around me, Picking me up. Letting me down. I wanna take a ride with you, roundtrip or halfway. I wanna be in it with you, For you, us, whatever. But I may be playing this game alone. Foolishly, while you laugh me out. Don't push me away, I always push back. I always pull back. I'll probably disappear. Megan |