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Morgan Apr 2014
All of my friends
have fallen
in love
with their
boredom
But
I'm still lusting,
helplessly
over my
mortality
Morgan Apr 2014
I spent so much time trying not to lose my mind
That I didn't even realize
When it finally happened
But here I am
Smoking the filter of a menthol
And crying in the driver's seat,
For a forty minute ride
To no where
Cause I can't sit still anymore

All of the friends who used to
Drink cheap beer
on the floor of my bedroom
Have people who'd cry
If they didn't come home tonight
My coworkers are
there for their children,
I'm just trying to make rent for one
And no one would know if I didn't come home tonight

No one would call if I drove forever
So why do I feel so tied
to this place?
Morgan Apr 2014
Sometimes when you speak to me,
I selfishly wish that I was the one
Who wrote you
Because you're the most beautiful
And meaningfully complex
Character I've ever read
And, oh so delicately oblivious,
To the spark in my interest
The second you open your mouth
Morgan Apr 2014
You are just a soft person,
Trying to fit your fragile bones
into a hardened mold
Last time you pulled away from me,
You told me three hours later that she
Whispered in your ear again,
"I don't know where my tempers gone,"
You said
And I understood
The way,
You used to bite your tongue until it bled
Just to stop your voice from boiling
Over your lips like hot lava,
Erupting loudly,
and burning the earth
As soon as they collide
Now you just look into her eyes
With such a silent apathy,
She could hear the pins dropping
In your mind
Last time I held you,
I could almost taste her name
In your shakey breath
You swore it didn't live there
Anymore
You swore you didn't live there
Anymore
I wanna believe that's true,
But I think you'd still
rather homelessness
Over shelter between
Any arms that you've never been
Homesick for
And I'm
Just not there
Morgan Mar 2014
A trash can full
Of fragmented sentences
Held between red margins
And blue lines,
They poured out all over your
Bedroom floor, with torn edges;
You'd say that
No combination of words
Ever conveyed
Your feelings right
On the first try;
So I guess that's why
The first time you said
"I love you"
You took it back three weeks
Later and said
"No I just need you"
And I guess that's why
The first time you said
"No I just need you",
You reminded me how thin the line
Between necessity and desire
Is an hour later
And I guess that's why
The first time you said
"I can't do this"
You did it anyway
Over and over
And over again
And I guess that's why
the first time you called to say
You missed me
You really meant
You were lonely;
You never got it right on the first try
But you were a perfectionist
And you hated to leave things unfinished
So, you took your time
Ripping me into a million
Fragmented sentences
And throwing more of me away
With every passing day
Until I was a pile of bones
Stitched together with nothing
Except your
Bed sheets
And a black V-neck
Sweater;
Hollowed out
And expressionless,
I never looked better;
Once I had nothing left
To throw away
You pinned me up
And left me hanging;
Hanging on
Your words
Like an animal in a cage,
Swallowing bits and pieces
Of your affection as
You'd occasionally
Toss some at my feet;
I've been tongue tied for three years
You've been spitting words down my neck
But I can hardly taste them anymore,
So when I melt
Into your arms
For an other night in a row
Just know
It was never enough
Morgan Mar 2014
It's a beautiful night
and I wish it was enough
to keep my mind from racing
It's getting warmer
and I wish it was enough
to melt the ice in your veins
You've been listening to too much
Nirvana
I've been thinking too much
about what you've been doing
I used to argue with you
for chain smoking on the edge
of your bed
at 3 in the morning
If you saw me now
you'd call me a hypocrite
And I'd probably laugh it off
Like I wasn't ashamed of
the way I've been living
Last May
I covered my scars in tattoos
Cause you said it'd stop me
from making new ones
But you didn't calculate
how much flesh is on a human's body
If you saw me now
you'd ask me how
I let it get this bad
And I'd probably act like
I knew the answer
Ha
I heard you got lost on the way
to your new job
and turned around
Well
I know
I was always the first
to call you stubborn
But
If you saw me now
You'd call me a ******* hypocrite
*Cause I've been lost for so long
And I can't remember the last time
I stopped to ask for directions
Morgan Mar 2014
We roll up our sleeves
on sunny days in March
to watch the red scars
the winter left on our wrists
fade to a hopeful white
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