Meggymoggymoo

I went outside to sleep last night Because tears don't show in the rain Because I can't feel the pain if I've gone numb Because my heart can't break if it stops beating I lay on the hardest ground I could find Because nothing could be more uncomfortable that our last conversation Because it was the only place that didn't make me think of you Because no one would look but if they had they wouldn't have found I replayed every stupid thing I've ever said to you Because I need you to stay perfect in my mind and for me to be the bad guy Because I want to know exactly what to change if I ever get the chance to try and fix it Bec

I've seen you dismantle, repair and rebuild machines and now I need you to do the same for me. I must have some faulty hardware in me somewhere; why else would I keep repeating all the same mistakes that I've made time and time again? You can pretend I'm a robot if you like; you can work through methodically until you find the frazzled fuse or wonky wires and replace them with something brand new and less damaging. Maybe I've a virus you need to scan for and then remove? I'll behave while you figure it out. I dare say I won't be as easy to cure as your computer was but I'll pay you for your troubles. I'll pay you in uncomplicated love and aff

24th October. 11.30 am As I write I'm sitting up on deck on a small-ish yacht in Greece. My Dad is directly in front of me, my Mum is to my left and my brother to my right. It's late October and though it's not sunny the air and sea spray are warm. My brother and I have just clambered back on board after a quick swim to test the water on day one aboard the "Birka Breeze". The buildings of Athens and its surrounding scenery make an impressive sight as we sail past. The buildings sprout from the hillside and from this distance look like barnacles on a rock. However impressive these mad made features are though, they are nothing when compared

You are my addiction. You are my drug. Every inch of me craves you. When we’re not talking I’m counting down the time until I might get my next fix. When we say goodbye and I drag myself up to bed at one, two … three in the morning I don’t fall asleep and quickly as I should. I lie there, awake in the darkness, my body screaming at me for sleep but my mind (and my heart) wanting more you. I always toy with the idea of texting you, knowing that you wouldn’t reply but feeling that somehow just sending it would make me feel better. When I think of you I always find myself wishing that I was in your arms, leaning against

To my broken heart, I'm sorry. I'm sorry that I gave you to someone else to look after. I thought we could trust him. I didn't realise that he would crush you like bugs under hikers' feet. He promised he would cherish you and I believed him. But that 'safe place' he put you in obviously wasn't so safe after all; he left you to rot like so much garbage. It's just you and me now, one day I'll piece you back together again. To my lonely hands, I'm sorry. I'm sorry that you miss your companions. You'd gotten used to being entwined with his hands; I realise that. I'm afraid that you'll just have to try and forget about them. There'll be no

Risk. November 2007 “It’s not that I don’t love him, because I do,” Bron said, pacing up and down her bedroom, “It’s just that me and him are best friends not a couple. And that’s never going to change.” Jessie, whose head was hanging upside down over the side of the bed, raised her eyebrows. “Jeez Bron, calm down will you?” She flipped over so as to look at her friend properly, “All he said was that he’d like you to be more than friends but that it was up to you. You’re 17 for Christ’s sake! Take a risk!” Bron stopped her pacing and looked round her room, three of

I left my window open last night. I dreamed that you’d come and rescue me. Come and be my knight in shining armour. I lay in my bed and gazed up at the stars, iridescent jewels in the night sky that looked down upon my loneliness. The moon laughed at my foolishness, he is cruel, he mocked me for ever dreaming that you might return; let alone in such a romantic fashion. Every rustle of leaves, every snapping twig made my heart beat a little faster. Each time I closed my eyes I saw your smiling face, clear as if I’d seen it recently; as if in past months I’d seen it do anything but frown my way. I had hoped it would be like a sce

Diary of a(nother) sleepless night. 9.03 pm: The first yawns begin. I shake them off and go back to my revision with a fresh cup of tea. 9.56 pm: I realise that nothing I read is going in. I slump briefly on my desk and then pick myself up and turn on my laptop. Msn and facebook are good distractions at this time. 10.37 pm: My internet saviours have let me down. I log off, shut down the laptop and head upstairs. 11.01 pm: I’ve successfully killed some time with a night time ritual of teeth cleaning and face scrubbing that takes twice the time a normal person would take. I strip off and slip under the covers grabbing my book as I do s

Every word you said to me was recycled Said to someone else before me The same can be said of what you’ll say to her I know I’ve heard it all before There’s nothing new about your ‘love’ for her Just as there was nothing new about your ‘love’ for me I don’t believe you love her I don’t truly believe you loved me I don’t believe you know what love is Because you’re a creature ruled by lust Driven by your longing for heat, passion, touch A body wrapped round yours is all you crave Not the compassion and trust you claim to wish for.

I staggered round the corner, clutching the wall as I went. My vision was blurred by the tears that felt more like burning acid. Gone. How could he be gone? I stumbled again. Tripping over my own feet as if I’d lost control over them. A woman pulled her child out of my path and eyed me with distaste. I didn’t blame her. I must have looked mad. I should have stayed at the hospital a little longer, like they said. Should have stayed with the others. Bit I couldn’t. Couldn’t stand being in that place any longer when all around me people were receiving good news. Hearing that their loved ones were going to make it. Or worse,