poetry by meg

when i lie awake on sleepless nights, i imagine having my first date. i have all these scenarios of how it could play out. maybe he’ll bring me flowers and open the door for me. or cook me a meal and sing me a song. take me to a poetry club and say a few words about me. then i wonder if all these options are unrealistic. what if he decides he doesn’t like me anymore? maybe he shows up late and texts me saying he’s here. or takes me to a movie and we barely speak. drops me off and never calls me back.

you know how easy it could’ve been to just be bitter and heartless? instead, i took the time to help you get over me. even when you broke me to pieces, i gave you forgiveness and wished you the best. please don’t forget we’re human and suffered from each other’s pain. now, i smile seeing you do so well.

these moods come and go but they seem to last for longer than they need to. sometimes i get tired of feeling nothing. walking endlessly till my feet are red and sore sitting on the ground, while staring at the sky. i know it’s a temporary feeling. fighting the urge to stop trying i may look weak, but i know my strength there’s more mountains to climb... let me go grab my shoes.

be with someone who remembers the little things. the way you eat around the edges of a sandwich first and the one dimple on your right cheek. that you only dance when you think no one is looking and if they can spot you in a crowd by the way you walk, they're definitely a keeper.

i want to know the feeling of waking up next to you as your arms pull me closer and won't let go feeling you nuzzle your face in my curls as your hands graze softly against my soft brown skin