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mg Mar 2014
i sing songs about the
past
how i was raised
and i was thrown out
on my ***
because i didn't care
about going to school,
i saw the look in her
eyes
my mother nearly cried
when i told her
that i wanted to
go
just to prove them
wrong,
i've been smoking
cigarettes since
i was only 14
just to find an escape
from this town that was so
mean to
me.

nsn. m.g.
nevershoutnever.
mg Mar 2014
i know
the feeling
of the cold
blade
feels good
against
your skin
but it’s not healthy
my dear
it’s no good for you
it will just leave
ugly markings
along your body
making you wallow
in the pain
you used to harbor.

m.g.
mg Mar 2014
i am
a tiger
fierce
loud
strong
protective of what is rightfully
mine
yet at times
i am
sad
weak
and
vulnerable.

m.g.
mg Mar 2014
he walks
alone
in the corridor
of the large school
everyone
stares at
him
his clothes
his hair
his glasses
he was not
that
different
he just
felt differently
about boys
he loved them
sometimes he loved the
one boy
more than he could
ever love
himself.


m.g.
mg Feb 2014
I love you more than la luna. You are my everything, and I want to be with you for the rest of my life. Even though you don’t think you’re beautiful, you are more beautiful than anyone I’ve ever seen. I love you so so much. You’ve been with me in my darkest, most awful days. When I was crazy, you still loved me. I will never be more grateful for anything more in my life, than I am for you. I am so in love with you. The first time I laid eyes on that picture of you, I couldn’t stop talking about you, and we hadn’t even talked before that. Except that one time when we were talking about clothes, and about how boys were attracted to you or something. I was jealous of them, to honest. Those boys got to spend time with my world, my everything. I want to spend my time with you, baby. Every minute, every hour, every second.
this is basically my dream proposal.
mg Feb 2014
slowly
my happiness disappears
it never liked to stay
and it never has
it was just a visitor
and depression
was my home
the familiar feeling
of the blade
almost touched my
skin
the cold blade
was an old friend
of mine
and i liked it
as twisted as that may sound.

m.g.
mg Feb 2014
i fell in love with him
like the way
that blood moves
through the body
in waves,
but she had
always been around him
and now he was mine,
stay away from him
what is mine
is mine.
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