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May 2013
I always thought it was lovely,
the way you climb out of sleep
You unfold your back up out of the
sheets before you blink your eyes

I always thought it was lovely,
the way you unbutton my flannel
You start at the bottom
& save the best for last

Well, I guess I'm driving home tonight
You have cider leaking from your pores
but still I'm melting into every
half-hearted word

You came here with me on a limb
You said I didn't have to travel alone
But now I feel lonelier than I've ever been,
looking at your lazy eyelashes falling up
and down from the passanger's side
Knowing that you're not looking at mine

I drag you to shore
everytime you start to drown
I love you
even when you're hard to like

I have pain drenched pillow cases
from every night you said
"hey I'm stayin in tonight"
& I have half-empty pill bottles
from every month you spent
falling away from me

This is not as lovely,
as it looks to us
This is agony,
all dressed up
Morgan
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Morgan  25/F/Scranton Pa
(25/F/Scranton Pa)   
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