Author Archives: meganporterpoetry

Because I was born, I learnt how to breathe. A small body with three different names. When we were young, it felt unimportant. I spent all my time playing games. Though I want it together, things fall apart. I know that it’s me whom she blames. If you love at a distance, it cannot burnContinue reading “Shames”

I wake up to you in my head. You seem to bubble out in quiet moments. I put on worn gloves to pull out weeds— always growing through the cracks. They always grow back. It’s hard to find the roots. It’s like that one burst orange cloud in a sea of grey. I wish IContinue reading “Limerance”

Masking tape stretches taut over stiff cardboard, tick as it rips off the roll—exciting beginning: Box half open Eyes peer into clawing emptiness, it demands fulfillment—expects it, like an Empty heart Bubble wrap settles between each marbled plate, it cushions the bottom—acknowledging fragility— Paper envelopes chipped glasses, mugs. Suffocating? The box becomes heavy, so quickly,Continue reading “Unrequited”

My life unravels at my feet My apathy will not abate I dream of death and know it’s sweet You cared for me at our first meet But yearning love you cannot sate My life unravels at my feet Your burning rage I cannot beat A sadness twisted into hate I dream of death andContinue reading “Recursive”

of feeling like a stain on your shirtlike a pebble in your shoelike a thorn in your flower arrangementlike a regretlike a faulty appliancelike the cause of all your problemslike a shadow in a quiet roomlike I’ve forgotten my lineslike a starving, pitiable mongrel festering in the streetlike the only people safe to love areContinue reading “Years”