Megan Alysse
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In the Summertime
It's now April. That doesn't mean much to most people but as the air warms and the pollen catches on the wind in a fine yellow powder moving from one flower to the next, summer approaches quickly. The first summer I will be in 6 years without you, and that still doesn't mean anything to anyone.
By Megan Alysseabout a year ago in Poets
I'll always have myself
What is it that draws the breath out of my lungs so violently when I think about you? As if I stepped out into a freezing wind naked and wet. The sharp initial inhale of breath catching in my throat and the sting of cold piercing through my skin like knives is the only sensation I can compare to how I felt when you walked in unexpectedly.
By Megan Alysseabout a year ago in Confessions
Don't Call Me
I needed more than what you were willing to give me. I don't know how you know to call me on a bad day, but the phone rings and your name pops up on the screen. I stare and watch it until it disappears. I'd like to say I have enough self-restraint to not call you back, but my heart strings still pull tightly at the thought of wondering what you are calling me for.
By Megan Alysseabout a year ago in Humans
Pain We Share
It was with surprise that I looked into your eyes and saw the same pain swimming beneath the blue-green clarity. The same pain that I feel vibrates from my heart out through my veins. The same pain I feel slithering it's way through every vulnerable crack of my broken mind.
By Megan Alysseabout a year ago in Humans