Tuesday, March 31, 2015

Lover.

I remember the way your fingers traced my jaw, the silent pauses and the rise and fall of your chest as you took me in. You left marks on my body and I watched as they healed, remembering the passion behind every blemish. You left thoughts in my mind and emotions in my veins like a poison, killing me slowly. Because in the end, you just left me.

-Megan Songer

Wednesday, March 11, 2015

Drown Me In Tears

They rob us of our love, our heart, our soul and everything we own. The memories, the stories and the time we spent all alone sitting by the edge of the water reflecting on what or who we think we are. The emotions are pulling us deeper into thought by an anchor tied around both arms. There's history in the way the water moves. Stranger's tears, past lover's notes and clothes; consumed. Surrounded by the water and taken in... Forgotten. Or so they should be. Then we're back home, laying in bed, and they crawl back into our thoughts when we think we're alone. From the tips of our fingers and toes, through our veins, killing us slowly and nobody even knows. "Go through the motions now, kid", make them believe we still want to live. Turn the radio on. Block out the questions, the stares from everyone. Our bodies are getting cold now; one tear, one frown. Clawing our way from the deep end trying not to drown. Little did we know, the harder we struggled the further we were going down...little did we know we were going down.

-Megan Songer

Wednesday, January 14, 2015

A Lover's Grip

I remember the way your arms wrapped around my body. First at my hips, then my rib cage, then around my shoulders cradling my neck. Weeks turned to months and your arms never left their place atop my shoulders. They stayed tangled around my neck in a messy embrace, but with each sunrise your grip got tighter. A seemingly unbreakable love to those around us, but really you were suffocating me. Tightening the choke hold that was once a lover's embrace and taking my breath away one final time.

-Megan Songer

Tuesday, January 13, 2015

Megan Had a Cigarette and Sucks at Relationships

I wrote your name on every cigarette hoping that as they burned, the memories we made would too. I'd sit there watching as the smoke seemed to turn invisible and I imagined you doing the same. I thought it was working too, until I realized that I was really inhaling you, breathing in every particle of your existence and giving you a home within my lungs as tar. You became the cancerous being I carry within me. I'd only given you a stronger grip on me, and now you can never be forgotten or removed.