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Best Poems Written by Megan Valentine

Below are the all-time best Megan Valentine poems as chosen by PoetrySoup members

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To Who May Love Her Next

She will remember all the speckles of color in your eyes and tell you that they remind her of stars.
You will be her universe.
She will hold your hand as much as she can because it makes her feel closer to you.
You will eventually seep into her poetry.
Slowly taking a place in every word she writes.
Soon enough you will be all that she writes about.
She will give you everything that she has to offer. Either it be love, lust, or trust; she will give it all to you.
You will be best friends and lovers.
However, when she gives you her heart, you must be careful with it.
She isn’t as strong as you think she is.
Her past is an aftermath of a horrific war that was fought for ten years.
She still has silent battles going on.
Battles of being scared all the time but too tired to care.
She also fights the urge to tear open her skin to make sure she is alive; as well as overdosing on sleeping pills to make sure she dies.
So when she is having a mental breakdown at three in the morning, sit her in your lap and stroke her hair in silence.
She will you make you breakfast with bloodshot eyes and tear stained cheeks to make up for the way she acted earlier.
She will ask you if the two of you can go home but shakes her head when you ask, “Your place or mine?”
She always seems lost.
Always looking for a place to settle in and live freely.
But recently, when I look into your eyes I feel at home.

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My Name

You call me everything but my name.
Ungrateful because I asked for you to fix my phone after you had just finished paying for the shattered screen of my old phone.
Aggressive due to that one time that I shattered the whole entire mirror wall of the bathroom and broke the sink.
Inconsiderate whenever I turn on the shower, not to shower but to soak in the heat through my skin.
Bone-idle for all the times that I have woken up and went back to sleep for the whole day.
Callous because I do not like hugs and I am uncomfortable with the phrase "I love you."
Cantankerous due to all the times in which I have exploded on people for no reason.

You called me a piece of trash.
Within a few years you found out that I as crying myself to sleep while blood seeped through my sweater sleeves.
In that same year, we both found out that I am bipolar, depressed, and filled to the brim with anxiety.

You called me a disappointment.
Since I did not have a voice then, I took pen and paper.
I have finally found my voice.
I am not ungrateful, aggressive, inconsiderate, bone-idle, cantankerous, or a piece of trash.
In fact I am far from any of those words.
I am bright, creative, determined, friendly, independent, and reliable.
But best of all, I am not a disappointment.
I am Megan.

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A Place Where We All Can Find

Birds swooping down.
Angrily squawking at each other.
Viciously biting each other.
They do not understand that every bird has a different heartbeat.
The birds cannot exist together due to being closed-minded.
Slowly, the birds learn and start to repopulate; bringing in a new species.

There is color everywhere.
Splashes of purples, reds, blues, and pinks against a green canvas.
Other colors, such as, white, orange, black, and yellow flutter past each other.
At first the colors avoid each other, growth coming to a halt.
The colors then decide to join.
New colors flourish with each other.

We destroy each other.
We are very intellectual.
However, how can birds and flowers coexist but we cannot?
So let us open our gates that we have kept closed for so long.
Take a deep breath and listen for beating hearts.
For we are all but heart beats.

There is a place.
A place with coexistence and harmony.
A place where freedom is always accessible on china plates.
The gates will forever be open.
This place welcomes all.
You are welcome to this garden.

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Ashley and Tiffany

Ashley and Tiffany
Tiffany and Ashley
A combination you'll probably  never hear again

She was my partner in crime
We would cast fear in those who crossed us
And cause trouble for anyone that looked at us wrong
Laughing harder than we should have making the teacher quickly silence us.
We were the dynamic duo

Going to that corner you found to escape the world and talk about our future together
Our stupid aruguments about politics, being more serious than they needed to be, and ending it off in a screaming match
Calling each other and spewing pointless things for hours
I guess you can say we were on top of the world

but then I moved
we tried to keep close but it faded
Our calls that was once hours, lasted minutes
the endless topics we had, depleted to stuff like "how was school"
we had nothing in common anymore, when it used to seem we had everything
At one point I considered  you to be my sister, my friend, my teacher, my student, my lover, my soulmate, my everything

But now you're gone and now it's just Ashley.

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Poisoned Love

You're on my mind more than I'd like to admit.
Missing you like a long distance lover.
When you come around, all I can think of is the pleasure of your presence.
Always taking me on a high to Wonderland.
Blacks and grays fade in and out of each other as I come down.
I want to stay in the skies with you forever.

We meet in the darkness of most nights.
You bring me home from houses that I did not belong in.
You always seem to be there.
In situations where I am vunerable and unsafe.
Thank you for saving me.

We had a magnificent thing going for us.
You were saving me and I was making you happy.
However, our relationship was not all that I thought it to be.
Together, the only things on my mind were silver objects and red liquids.
I loved the way red paint looked against a silver canvas.
How red contrasted perfectly with peach.

All you ever ask is for me to listen.
Though I am stubborn, I love listening to you.
Your voice is smoother than jazz.
In a crowded room, the sound of the words that form on your tongue keep me calm.
You are always there to whisper sweet nothings into my ear.

Little did I know that you were the only thing that made me vunerable and unsafe.
My heart bled for you.
Little did I know that those sweet nothings you whispered into my ear, were death threats.
I loved you with my soul.
But before I could realize that you were the poison that I had been drinking,
it was too late.