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Beautiful Beings

​”His breath got taken away while I couldn’t breathe at all and he sank into me with every contact of skin to skin. Even if just a finger first start to my shoulder, it’s not just that he himself was drawn in, but he couldn’t not melt into me. So much that he had to let my body somehow become a part of his. Our hair was two different completely different, but tangled together, the strands simply appeared to be made from the same beautiful being. My heart just beat out of my fucking chest and he would seemingly try to touch his to mine, like they did not synchronize or even communicate only by sound. The two just met as old friends who’d become strangers, and spoke at the same time but still understood one another though our minds had just been introduced.” ~ Megan Chruszczyk

Small Town Diaries (Pt. 1)

This small town is so lonely
The streets are empty but overpopulated by desperate sighs for companionship
We fill in the ringing of loneliness in our ears with good music
But good music is only good company until it gets inside of you and then you’re alone once again
My only partner in impossible opportunity for crime used to be whatever I knew would hit my bloodstream first, but I wanted to keep the company of my sanity, so I welcomed loneliness to the seat next to me once again and wrapped my arm around it, placing my detoxing heart in between us
It is possible to regret letting go of an addiction, but I didn’t know what else to use the last of my strength on
You could say that I had no idea that using my last ounce of fight on something that made me feel on top of the world would open the door for such a strength to walk charmingly into my life
I want so badly to go back to my roots, but I have a bad habit of never returning any of its calls for me

~Megan

Words Are My Weapon; My Mind Is The Arsenal

I am a writer, the english language is my art supplies

I have an addiction to conversation an unreasonable love for my language

I will not ever personally label my own self as a poet, but I believe that inspiration dances around my words sometimes

I can use the pitch of my voice and movement of my tongue to paint you the most beautiful sunset that you have ever seen

I can get you lost in the most terrifying non-existent dreamland with the seemingly monotonous taps on a keyboard that ends far too quickly for me

I know how to get in and out of trouble. I know how to make you completely forget about what we were supposed to be talking about.

I am a writer; I can make you laugh, I can make you cry, I can make you smile, and I can make you frown

I possess the ability to make your heart race, to make you fall in love, and to piss you the fuck off

I am a writer; your every emotion is intertwined within the ink inside of a single pen, held within every key on my outdated keyboard

I know what I am doing when it comes to words

I know what I am doing when it comes to your imagination

With writing, I, in the moments that you enter the world of my chaotic and enigmatic mind, hold each string attached to every single one of your emotions

And trust me, dear, I will pull as many as humanly possible sometimes

I will shock you, I will impress you

Most importantly, I will open your eyes

I know how to make it look like my first nature. In some ways, it is my first nature.

I am a writer; words are my weapon.

My mind is the arsenal

And I….. I will change your life

~Conversationally addicted word lover~

-Megan

Two Brick Walls

We’re two brick walls with a shared foundation
More hard headed than any other couple that you’ll come across yet always standing by each other
He is a pair of love lit warm eyes that simultaneously transfer butterflies into my stomach and a coziness into my heart
He’s a set of soft lips that send an electric current straight to my emotions and throughout my whole body
He is the gentle touch that causes my soul to smile yet take my breath away

I am a pair of earth inspired eyes offering him a place to call home

~Megan

(unfinished)

“You Can’t Tell Me You Didn’t Feel Anything There…”

I’ve questioned what being in love is

And I’ve pointed out the differences between simply loving someone and being in love

And I know what it’s like to love and be loved

And I thought I knew what it was like to be in love, but I realized a little while ago that I was just in love with the idea of a person and only in lust with them

But ideas could not have prepared me for what was to come with actually falling in love

I knew that I was capable of loving someone the way that I love you, but I just didn’t think that it would happen so soon in my life

And I must say…it is by far one of my favorite surprises

I find myself not being able to fall asleep without being next to you and hearing you breathe

Your arrhythmic heart is quite possible my favorite beat

I find myself not afraid of the future and somewhat excited for it

And I usually unintentionally try impress people with my words but I find myself being at a loss for them sometimes, other than the well known three

When I’m drunk, I either go on about you to others or go on to you about the things that you do that make it impossible for me not to love you

You make me feel like a thirteen year old with my first “real” crush

And if we’re giggling at our own stupidities or poking fun at our insecurities or lying in bed at 3a.m. talking about or hopes and dreams and childhoods or having a serious discussion that comes after fighting, I wouldn’t rather be anywhere else

When I look at the full moon right in front of me, I think of the night that you set your phone beside me and played “Hey Pretty Girl” by Kip Moore and told me that every word reminds you of me

I never admitted it, but a few tears streamed down my face

For one of the first times, I couldn’t think of even the wrong words to say, so I immediately took your face in my shaky hands and kissed you

It was the first time that I told you that I loved you without the hurt in my voice

And you won’t admit it, but I saw the tears of relief surfacing in your eyes

I don’t think I’ve witnessed anything more beautiful from you

I’ve always said that I don’t see the point in posting about your relationship all over social media

I’ve always been under the impression that it caused more harm than good

But goddamn, sometimes you just want to tell anyone and everyone that you are happy and it is because of that person

You told me that, “when I fell for you, I questioned if I ever actually loved anyone before”

And when I tell you that I love you, “I feel warm inside. And that concept of butterflies is bullshit, it’s a whole damn zoo”

I find my self nuzzling my face in closer to your neck every couple of minutes while I’m falling asleep because I just want to be even closer

Even with legs intertwined and hearts parallel and fingers interlocked

When you wrap your arms around me at night, you always keep one hand over my heart to feel it beat and say that it just feels sweeter every time

Love seems obsessive, but I don’t think that you could ever feel too much

Or tell that person enough times

There may be no “tomorrow” for one of you, so just go on and say it

Better yet, go on and show it

Go on and feel it

“You can’t tell me you didn’t feel anything there”

~Megan

What Are You Doing?

If he makes his words sound like something straight out of a romance novel, don’t always read them over so quickly

Because the odds are that he’s used those lines plenty of times

And girl, don’t you want to read over unfamiliar words that take your breath away?

Be careful, especially, if they come out fluently

If they’re truly genuine, he’ll most likely trip over them and pause in between

His voice may shake and his eyes may wander and he may stumble over the simplest terms

If “I love you” doesn’t taste like the first time that he kissed you or make you feel like your little heart is going to break through your rib cage and fly away… it’s time to question yourself

If his eyes don’t look like water is about to break through a dam, be cautious

He should play songs that remind him of you at the most unplanned times

And when he kisses you, it should feel like he’s holding a million dollar vase in his hands when he holds your face

And sweetie, you should never in your life hold back how you feel because you’ll find out the truths of his words when he seems guilty for playing with your emotions or find that his eyes light up and his heart swells

If you are pressed up against someone and don’t still feel like you want to be even closer to them, what the hell are you doing?

~Megan