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Morgan Mar 2013
Lightly sifting through this mess
Rearranging all of the tANGlEd
                                            
                                         wires beneath this flesh
Unplugging all the
burnt out
chords
collecting
dust
between
v e i n s
-
Like the one that deals with missing you
And the one that deals with hating you
Knocking down the
walls that kept them
safe behind my

eyes
Opening the flood gates


                          Soaking through your t-shirt
Leaving
a
t r a i l
of salt in
every room of this house

Claw marks at the door
----
Stay behind the threshold 

I'm not letting you in this time around
Morgan Jan 2015
I thought I was lonely,
simply because I live alone
But lately I've noticed that
the loneliness of watching a
documentary I've seen
six times in six months,
surrounded by nothing but
the eerie darkness of 2 AM
in a one bedroom apartment
is nothing compared to the
loneliness of smoking a cigarette
at 4 in the afternoon with you,
counting tragedies on bruises &
scars in the spare room of your
best friend's new place
Morgan Feb 2014
the coffee in my hand
has got me wired but
i'm running on
nostalgia and
a lack of motivation
it's been snowing for
the past five days
and the shower
is never hot enough
to shake the cold
from my tired veins
my hands are shivering
through the sleeves
of an old sweatshirt
and i'm looking into
the sky with the same
longing in my eyes
you get when you
have to say goodbye
i don't know what it is
i'm missing anymore,
i just always have this
pit in my stomach
like i'm forgetting something
and i need to get away from here
Morgan Feb 2013
We met in the lost and found & forgot what we were looking for.
We all had a familiar tone of panic laced inside our voices &
you can find us leaning against hand rails in the winter,
blowing a thick layer of smoke over that still, Summit air.

We thought more than we spoke,
like there were tsunamis behind our ribs
that only splashed gently into rivers on the way up
& trickled from our mouths in pathetic streams when we forced them out.
We liked music that screamed because it saved us from having to.
We hid our truths in song lyrics
& swallowed down our problems with ten dollar bottles of ***** in my basement.
I could always see them fidgeting in their own ways.
They say that your hands tell your story.
Before them I never knew how true that could be.

It was like this dysfunctional song that started with a melody and then randomly spilled out all over everything. I watched as they would tap their feet like they were following some unspoken beat, tracing the tips of their fingers over the seams of their pants like they were filling an imaginary painting with careful strokes of invisible hues, drumming their fists against the coffee table & changing fictional chords with their thumbs into the palms of their hands. She was always staring at her tattoos like they were brand new; like they weren’t a part of her; like someone snuck into her bedroom while she slept and used her body as their canvas.

I never really fell asleep with them beside me.
I’d rest lightly with my bedroom lights on just as the sun came up over the skyline.
I was lucid dreaming of warmer places & writing poems on my forearm
when we decided to go for breakfast at the Sunrise Cafe.
Menthol feels cool like mint in your lungs.
Coffee stays warm even as it passes through your chest.

Today, I emptied my skull into a journal.
When I felt my pen hit the last page,
I burned the entire book with a lighter someone left on my dresser
& watched it crumble over the floor beneath my feet.

We just want to run away, but we have no where to go.
“Maybe once we graduate” he thought out loud with my calves over his thighs on his living room floor, but the world doesn’t open wider as you grow older. It closes down around you; it fastens you tightly to the reality of your limits. This chapter of our lives won’t vanish like the dust our tires kick up behind us on a dirt road. Our problems won’t blow away like cigarettes tossed out the window on the freeway. We will wake up the day after graduation & we won’t have anywhere to go.

We’re all held back by different demons.
She doesn’t have the money to get there
& he doesn’t have the grades,
I have no ambition
& we’re all a little unsafe.

So we’ll surrender to our fate
& come sit down beside each other as the summer sun swallows this bitter air.
We’ll dig our naked toes into the green grass that surrounds us
& drink beer under bridges, because nothing’s changed.

I’ve been running for years but I look around & I’m still at the starting line.
We’re running this race in dozens. We can always find each other here,
and we’ll count our sins in the thousands
until they bless our bodies & bury our bones in the dirt.
Morgan Feb 2013
You've got a pair of strong hips
That pull me in with muffled lies
I've got a pair of soft lips
That you lean into with tired sighs

You've got a pair of bright eyes
That adjust to mine too seamlessly
I've got a pair of dark eyes
That are lost inside your scenery 

You always know just what to say
I fall apart a dozen times a day
We're just living in this dizzy game
Three years later, I still haven't
figured out how to play
You cracked my foundation every which way
But you're the one constantly reshaping the clay
I know that everything I touch is left in disarray
*But I won't sleep
if you don't stay
Morgan Jul 2013
There is nothing convenient about answering a call to be flooded with a sea of tears & thoughts at four in the morning when you need to be up at seven or a collection of band tees cluttering your closet space.

There is nothing convenient about driving 100 miles an hour down the freeway in the middle of a shift or missing a lighter every time you go to smoke.

There is nothing convenient about standing in the rain until a fight is resolved or finding melted guitar picks all over your laundry.

A love that exists according to convenience
is not a love at all

You'll know the first time you decide to kiss his scars instead of your own because all of a sudden the pain radiating from his eyes hurts worse than the pain growing from your core.

You'll know the first time you find yourself spending countless hours caring for his friends because all of a sudden everyone who matters to him matters to you.

*You'll know the first time you decide that the sound of his voice & the scent of his skin are worth being inconvenienced for the rest of your life because the lack of either feel like the end of the world.
Morgan Oct 2013
Sometimes he laughs
but he's not amused,
it pours out of him
like a song-
rhythmic & calm

Sometimes he pretends
but he's not in love,
it pours out of him
like a script-
polite & organized

But if he is genuinely amused
you will know
and if he is genuinely in love
you will know


It will pour out of him like a crime scene
in this thoroughly heart lifting
yet purely chaotic
******, beautiful mess
and in the end it'll be left up to you
to pull the caution tape down
or stand behind it
Morgan Jul 2013
Like rain you washed the blood off my skin
Like rain you cooled the cruel summer's heat
Like rain you calmed me into a peaceful sleep
*Like rain you trickled through my fingers
And by the morning you were gone
Morgan Feb 2014
i'm in love
with the way
you flip a
lucky cigarette
every time
you open a
fresh pack,
cause i know
you'll always
smoke it last
and i count
each one
as you
put them out

i want to be
your twentieth
cigarette,

i want you
to shake
when you see me
standing
all alone
at the tip
of your fingers,
i want you to
rush to inhale me
but force yourself
to savor me
cause i'm the only one,
after i'm gone
you have no one

i'm in love
with the way
you rush through
nineteen, sorry
cigarettes
just to
smoke
the twentieth
twenty
separate
times,

oh you take
a drag
and let it linger
on the tip
of your tongue,
you put it out,
brush it off,
tuck it away,
keep it safe,
you know you'll
want it again

like you
can't get
enough
of number
twenty,

and i know
in the back
of my head
that it isn't
because
it's lucky,
it's just because
it's all that's
left

but i wanna
be your number twenty

even when there

aren't

nineteen

before me

i want to be
the one you
pick out
of the crowd
just to flip
my world
upside down
and call
me
special

and i want you
to hurry through
the rest
to make it
back
to me
Morgan Jun 2013
The air is light
Your breathing is getting heavy
I could taste the tobacco on your tongue
And now I'm imagining that pretty, black lung
You're whispering in my ear
I could smell the whiskey on your teeth
I could taste the **** on your lips
Tattoos from your collar bones to your shoes
And metal in your face
You skanked into this pit like you owned it
Well, ****
Now you own me
Morgan Feb 2016
u r cosmic
there r stars exploding beneath
ur veins
u crashed into my
thighs like a comet

u r cosmic
u left bruises on my hip bones,
like tiny galaxies of their own,
deep purple and navy blue
all swirled together
in imperfect circles

u r cosmic
the moon captures
the creases in ur hands
w. such gentle, loving grace

u r cosmic
i count the freckles
under ur eyes,
pluto sits so
perfectly at the
corner of ur mouth

u r cosmic,
wound
like saturn
in the middle
of the night

and sound asleep
ur breath is
a thunder storm

u r cosmic,
lightening,
and soil

and u don't
belong to any1

not me,
not even the sea
Morgan Jan 2017
I've been accepting apologies I was never given,
I've been giving thanks to the pain,
I've been kissing the scars in my skin,
I've been listening to the soft whisper
Always distant in my panic
That says
"Maybe it's not so bad"

I've been laughing at my mistakes,
I've been telling myself I'm okay,
I've been asking for help,
Minus all of the shame

In between dreams
I've been kissing my own hands,
Talking to myself like royalty,
Wearing my make up like face paint,
Dancing in my bedroom,
Alone with the door unlocked

I've been carrying red lipstick in my purse,
I've been spraying perfume in my hair,
I've been waking up with the sun,
Using moisturizer that smells like
Chai tea and raspberries,
Putting lemon in my water

I've been calling my grandmother,
Telling her I love her even though
I know she can't hear me

I've been kissing my sister on the forehead,
Wishing her agony into space

Today I ate
A maple & walnut muffin
And I didn't stick my finger
Down my throat a single time

And I smelled my coffee
Before I drank it
And I wrapped my hands around
The mug
And I thought about how nice it is
To be so warm

Today I sat with ten suicide notes
In my lap,
All written in my script,
From days with a tired brain,
And I said sorry to myself
Over and over again
Until I believed myself
That I'll never do it again

Today I bought a brand new blanket,
The softest one I could find in target,
And I wrapped myself all up in it,
And I thought,
It's time I ******* own kindness
Morgan Jan 2017
I can smell your laughter on my skin for days
And your smile lights my room long after you've gone

And I've been homesick every where
Since I turned seventeen
But I don't have that yearning lately,

You are lavender walls
And cherrywood floors

You are warm vanilla cuddles
And ruby red grapefruit kisses

And I am warm in the dead of winter,

And I am home inside of myself

And I've been trying to find the
Words to tell you,

That my heart skips rocks
Over the lake you've laid down

And I'm jumping in puddles
When you start to rain

I'm admitting things I've kept
A secret
From myself
With your soft hands
gently wrapped
Around my throat

I count my blessings
When the sunlight swallows my bedroom

I'm not a zombie
Rising from a coffin

I'm a kid
Excited to begin

Every day

I'm excited to begin

Please don't leave

I drop you off in your gravel driveway
And I feel whole the whole way home

Please don't leave

I touch your jawbone
And my teeth are
No longer daggers
Inside my gums

The letters that fall
From my tongue
Are rose petals,
Sugar,
Tea leafs,
Where they once were
Dust
And dirt
And blood

Please don't leave me
Spitting up charcoal again

I cough cocoa powder

I am getting younger every day

I cry maple syrup

I am getting safer every day

I bleed pomegranate

I am getting stronger every day

Please stay
Morgan Dec 2014
They say before you love someone
else, you must first love yourself
But the agony of loving the
world out of you
left me with a bigger scar
than hating myself ever could
So I'll never make
that trade again
Morgan Oct 2013
We danced through an other back yard show tonight. You disappeared a half a dozen times, as you always do. You're notorious for that but hey, at least you've got something inside you that makes us notice when you're not beside us. Sometimes I wonder if I have that too. All I know is that no one comes looking for me every month that I hide away in my room. Well I felt especially empty these past few months. I've been plugging all of these shallow holes with needles & ear phones. I'm trying to escape the chaos of this place. I wanna go somewhere that makes it easier to pretend that you're there with me because when I look into every pair of red eyes around me, I can see that they're searching for something & they know that they won't find it in this crowd of misfits throwing punches in mosh pits, still they dance on & on & on. But I've lost the sense of independence and strength that this scene requires and I want to believe in something deeper cause on the surface this looks perfect & this looks pleasantly violent & cool & I know there are kids who look at us through the corners of their eyes & wish they had friends who dressed like mine but I don't feel like a part of this anymore. I can't live as an observer. I wanna have more to my name than "wallflower". I want a brand new reason to have ink poured under my skin. I love these people so ******* much it's horrifying but I know that when I step outside of this basement I'll still be just as ****** up in the sunlight as I was under the moon & that's not how I want to live anymore. I'm queer & I guess that's why I'm here but I need something better, I need something more
Morgan Oct 2015
it's too early to get drunk
& it's too late to go back to sleep
so i'll sit up in your bed,
pretending that i'm not in over my head.
you know,
my lungs have been full for years,
i've been breathing through a mask.
i get scared when you get close,
cause i'm afraid you'll hear
the machine tick
& you'll wonder how long i've been
on auto pilot like this.
you'll wonder if anything
i've done
was ever really real.
(of course not)
i have answers to the questions
that i know you'll ask
but lately you've been going off script
and i can't get a hold of it.
come kiss my thighs,
i'll make the noises
i'm supposed to make.
the ones that make your legs shake.
look me in the eyes,
i'll say the pretty words
you've been begging to hear.
the words that make your
stomach ache.
(i know you like it this way)
(i know you'd rather me pretend
than whither away)
so stop right there.
don't pick at my brain.
i know you can see
that it's only a scab,
and once it comes lose
there'll be nothing left
but blood beneath your nails
so,
porcelain love of mine,
with your dark red lips
& bright blue eyes,
don't you dare go searching
for something that
you're not ready to find
Morgan Apr 2016
there's no such thing as
"the one that got away"
he was gone the whole time,
a ghost floating through
my bedroom walls,
and the passenger's seat
of my beat up little car

there's no such thing as
"skeletons in the closet"
they're always clawing at my feet,
telling their stories through my teeth

there's no time that heals wounds,
ive been waking up in pools of sweat
and the hour glass on my dresser
is sick and tired of doing flips

there's no way around this,
i'm caught in circles
and i'm getting sick

he said
"everything will be okay"
and nothing was

he said
"everything will be okay"
and nothing is

how much can a person
swallow before they drown?

my lungs are swimming
laps around my body,

i swear
i'm coughing up
the sea...
i swear
i'm coughing up
what little is left of me...

and don't tell me
about the light at the end
of the tunnel
and don't tell me
about the rainbow
after the rain
when my thighs are aching
from sprinting in the dark
and i'm cold to my bones
from living soaking wet

i won't do this again tonight
i'll find a home in a stranger's town
i won't do this again tonight
i refuse to stick around
Morgan Aug 2015
i really never could cope with
the idea of an infinite universe
no matter how many nights
i'd lie in the grass
counting the stars,

sometimes i'd sit up
thinking i'd found some peace in it,
perhaps made some sense of it
or maybe it just didn't matter
but it always came back
to lying down in the grass
wondering endlessly
until i'd frustrated myself to tears

i guess i was just never meant
to feel comfortable
or content
under a sky
that illuminates
millions of homes
filled with people
who understand
so much more
of life than i ever will
Morgan Nov 2013
and i've noticed that
every receipt
from every place
we went to together
has a poem scribbled
on the back of it

i guess you just
made me feel
like writing
Morgan Jan 2014
i dont have any passion left
it's all just an ache in my head
Morgan Oct 2013
I write about sleeping alone
And I write about rain
I write about beaches
And tears
Hearts
Lungs
And veins
I write about music
I write about silence
I write about
***
Drugs
And violence

But you're the only thing
that grows in my skull
so big some nights,
I romanticize bashing
my head into a wall
Anything just to get
rid of it all
Morgan Sep 2013
I was brewing coffee in my apartment
alone on a Sunday,
Unfolded laundry mocking me
from the living room floor
& an unread book mocking me from
the kitchen counter
I felt a certain longing
developing around the pit in my stomach
as I stirred cream into the mug you left me
Last time we spoke,
our lives were identical
Just two teenagers
drunk, high, scared & poetic
We could line up the events that lead to this one
And match every single one
Same first love
Same first tragedy
Same friends
Same town
Same worries
But now we see each other
only from a distance
I am older than I was when I had you
You seem to have swallowed the pill
of eternal youth
And I can't make it back to you
I will never be as young as you kept me
I don't miss you
But I miss the way you made me feel
When our lives were aligned
So perfectly
Now the comfort of an other's voice
Is not a sound I can depend on
I am alone
But I'm not lonely
I'm just
Scared
Sometimes
And you're not here
Morgan Aug 2013
I woke up in a pool of my own blood
Stood out of bed with shaking legs
Felt it drip down my thighs
Made it to the bathroom
Threw up twice &
Cried
And I cried
And I cried
And I was cold
For an hour or so
Then I sweat until
I couldn't catch my breath
And I sweat
And I sweat
And I swore I wouldn't blame you
For the nightmares that would follow
Swore I wouldn't blame you for the pain
But you didn't sit at the edge of my bed
You didn't sing me to sleep
When I needed it most
I walked outside
Once I felt strong enough to move
I contemplated getting in my car
I wanted to make it to the hospital
But I knew part of me didn't want to make it
Out alive
So I sat down
On a lawn chair
And lit a cigarette
I pulled my knees up to my chest
To avoid the shattered wine glasses
Below my feet
The wind blew lightly
Rocked the water in the pool beside me
I wanted to dive in
But I knew part of me wouldn't want to
Swim back up
So I sat
On a lawn chair
With my knees up to my chest
For eight hours
And when the night swallowed the sky
I cried
And I cried
And you didn't sing me to sleep
You never do anymore
And I swore I wouldn't blame you
But it's getting harder to stay true
Knowing that a part of you
Died inside me
A part of you died inside me
I'm sorry
But the same part of you will be the death of me
I swear
And that's a promise I will keep
I'm sorry
Morgan Jul 2013
You called me from
the last intersection
on your walk home,
"the street lights look exhausted
hm and the sky is missing
more than a few stars...
oh, but how are you?"

I always found it cute,
the way you make the change
from obnoxious
to pensive after ten o'clock
I always liked to love
you the most
when the morning was
fast approaching
I'm okay
I mean I've been worse
I guess I just feel a bit
like the sky
tonight

And the line fell silent
Morgan Oct 2013
we held hands through
the halls of a concrete
elementary school;
the new shoes
our moms bought
us at the "back to
school" sales at the end
of a short summer, clanked
and screeched and
skited across the freshly
mopped floors

we laughed at recess and played
too much dress up
my best friend,
he hung from monkey bars
and smiled at the ground
and I still remember the first
time he asked to play
hide and seek
with a glaring look in his
big blue eyes

we shared head phones
in squishy army green
seats on a warm yellow bus
on the way to middle school,
and rested our
heads on each other's
shoulders at lunch,
laughing hard about
the summer,
complaining about the heat

my best friend,
he hung upside down
at the edge of my bed after
class was finally over
and he said "I think I
liked that other place
a little better"

we passed bottles
around basements
and blew kisses in gym class
we sped down noble rd
in our brand new
used cars on the way
to high school
screaming songs about everyone
we'd lost and all the ****
we wished we hadn't found

my best friend,
he hung old pictures
in his locker and he watched
the days as he fell behind them

we graduated
with slumped shoulders
and shadows under our eyes,
piercing smiles
& enough memories
to last a lifetime

we went off to college
and got ****** noses
from blowing lines
and telling lies

my best friend
he hung from
an extension cord
in the bedroom closet
of his ninth story
apartment

I still remember the first
time he asked to play
hide and seek
with a glaring look in his
big blue eyes

looks like we can
all use to be found
this time around
Morgan Nov 2016
I get paid to make bonds with terminally ill people of all ages & I'll tell you what I've learned:

On your death bed
It won't matter
Whether or not
You changed the world,
All you'll want
Is someone to talk to
(So be nice. Hold on to your friends.)
Morgan Jun 2013
He said, "These rooms are rarely vacant but so often they are empty. Darling, you can stay here tonight but don't leave the lamp on for too long. I know you've been up reading through the morning. I can see it in the shadows under your eyes & the red light seeping through them but I can promise you that no amount of literature will bring him back to the foot of your bed. He's nothing but a stale hospital scent after a wasted year in rehab & a crooked smile. It's better to forget what love is like than to crave it from the same **** boy for the rest of your **** life."
Morgan Jun 2013
I said I'd love you until death due us part
But I swear I've been dying every day
since the first time I saw you and I
still love you more than a punk show
or a cigarette; a warm hazelnut coffee
or a fresh tattoo.

I said I'd write about you until my fingers break
But I swear I don't have to
Your voice is my favorite poem
It sounds like beauty
And tastes like pain
Morgan Aug 2013
The sky is bright on a Sunday afternoon
My neighbor steps outside
He's got his pitbull on a leash
And he's rocking a pair of bare feet
I'm lying in the grass
Inhaling menthol
And listening to the cars hurry past
His eyes narrow to protect themselves
from the burning sun
When he waves,
I just nod
We're friends
We're friends because we say hello
And we never ask questions...
We just kind of know
He hears me weep from the edge of my bed
I hear him scream at the stars
When he stumbles out into the night
Just two normal people
When the days are turning
And the public is watching,
But we know more about each other
Than anyone else ever will
Without even knowing each other's names
And so we give that omniscient smile,
Like
*"Hey I'm crazy too
We're gonna make it through"
And we do
My alcoholic, pitbull having neighbor & I
We make it through
And no one knows
And no one cares
But we've got each other
He waves
I nod
That's all
Morgan Jul 2013
Lip stick stains all over my notebook
from every night I stumble in,
with my organs drowning
and my fingers shaking
I spill over the edges of my skull
and splash onto the pages
Your best friend brushes
your hair when you're anxious?
Isn't that sweet

My best friend has a satin binding
Blue lines and red margins
I was perpetually anxious
until I found him
lying lifelessly
behind a little sign that read
"Two for $5"
at my local library
when I was thirteen
Morgan Feb 2013
I can't live inside the lines I edited to make this flow just right
And he isn't just a character born inside of a poem I was asked to write
He didn't have flowers in his hair or crystals in his eyes
Actually, he had crooked teeth and a convincing smile laced in lies;
I remember his presence unfolding a shadow of warmth all over me
But then he left me with these reoccurring dreams of drowning myself out at sea
I once talked to a boy who said that words are weak because they are not a substitute for feeling
And smearing black-ink-pain all over a white page is not a form of healing
So this is a blunt description of what he did
Honestly, I was just a kid
But even then I knew that he hung that rope far too quick
And from that day forward my mind was sick
Somehow this is still so hard to confess
But he saved me from being substance-less
Morgan Jun 2013
You sewed your arms into the edges of my mattress. A year later the thread fell apart. You'd still wrap yourself in my sheets & lie awake counting imperfections in my ceiling tiles. But you were not a part of this place anymore and less and less you came around. I missed you. You wrote your name on every line and in every margin of my life but over time those letters had to efface. You were not a part of this place anymore and less and less you'd take ink to those old pages. I missed you. You synced your voice into my cellphone but over time it was consumed by static. You were not a part of this place anymore and less and less you'd call to say goodnight. I missed you.
But my heart is a melting ***
And I drained you out

He etched himself into my skin
He stretched his sleeves over my arms
He melted his knees into my thighs
He poured blue hues from his eyes into
the brown of mine
He left his lips on my teeth
He grew his limbs like branches of a tree all
over my bed frame
My mornings are coffee and cologne
And my evenings, insence and ****
I don't even know how to keep missing you
I'm sorry
Morgan Aug 2013
You come to a city,
oozing pain from its very core.
Well, hey, you only find
what you're looking for...
I see you playing your sad game of
Who Hurts More.
I just hope for your sake
you maintain the lowest score.
Morgan Aug 2018
3am, and
the phone call
felt like swallowing shards of glass
i was coughing up blood
by the time she said
"try to get some rest"

i couldn't tell her that
i was resting all along,
should've spent more time awake
for you
but i was always pretty selfish
absorbed by "the process"

should've processed your pain,
you bled it out at my feet
and i stepped over it
to keep my shoes clean

i wrapped my arms around your stomach,
twisted your pendant around
between my fingers,
never bothered to ask
what it meant,
where it came from,
or why you never took it off

i liked your red curls,
soft on my shoulder
everytime we hugged

and the way your smile
was a gateway to your agony,
deep like the sea,
i could see the bottom,
but was too scared to go there,
too scared it would feel familiar,
too scared i wouldn't wanna leave,
i'd drown just to taste
something infinite,
real and unwavering,
something bigger than me

i always needed to be
the biggest thing in the room,
drank attention like water,
never cared if it was laced
with poison

you were something challenging,
an honest energy i never knew before,
kindness that radiated from the core,
no hidden motives,
no secret schemes,
you were love,
profound, gaping,
quiet and raging,
and you were reaching your hand out,
everything pointed right for me

but i did what i always do,
i recoiled,
fell back into myself,
spent months alone
smoking cigarettes
out my bedroom window,
writing bad poetry,
and starving just to feel

then there was that february night,
a leap back into the world;
i remember the navy blue darkness,
the sky like a rock,
no movement,
no color,
the crisp cold,
the way it stuck on my bones,
shivering in jordan's basement,
clinging to a bottle of *****
for warmth,
r.j.'s shakey voice
cutting the frozen silence
in a roaring whisper,

"he really cares about you,
he's having a really hard time,
you should reach out,
i know it'd matter"

and i remember the lies,
as clear and harsh and hitting
as they were that day
when i promised i would
but never did

why didn't i?

all it took was one misjudgment,
you clenching a steering wheel,
shattered glass,
full air bags,
drained lungs,
all that you were,
every bit of you,
snapped like a twig,
in the brassy grip of night,

and just as intensely as you came,
you vanished

your voice was light as air,
would've thought it was drippling
out of the sky,
i was barely listening,
hardly heard you say goodbye
i'm so sorry....

rest in peace and love,
my absolutely beautiful friend,
matt davis.

read his poetry at:
https://hellopoetry.com/name-full-of-what
Morgan Feb 2014
Boredom does not grow
out of a lack of action.
Boredom grows
out of a lack of feeling.
And I am so
*******
bored
Morgan Mar 2015
You taste just how
the navy blue sky
looks at 6 am in the summer,
just before it's washed away
by a muted gray

On the tip of my tongue,
At the edge of your bed,
you are alive with
brimming electricity &
knee-deep hues

But you are always
seconds from
fading away

And as you descend
I turn down the lights
to find you shining
under ground
But I never know
for sure when
I'll taste
navy blue
again
Morgan Jun 2013
I'm ******* sick of writing about
the same **** ****.
I'm ******* sick of living in
the same filthy pit.
Morgan Feb 2013
Fading pigment in my skin &
dark shadows under my eyes.
We still sleep with our legs in.ter.twine.d
Do you know where he's been?
Can you see through his lies?
Morgan Oct 2015
You are every blue hue in the sky from powder to navy & you are the sun that occupies it. You are light, you are light, you are light. And when wind rips through the ocean and drags salt water ashore in electric rhythm, I hear it in the night's silence and I text you "what's wrong?". You are power, you are power, you are power. And when I try to close the door but it is heavier than ever before, and there is thick mud holding it to the floor, it is because you think there's more to stick around for. You are strength, you are strength, you are strength.
((Happy birthday, Kier! You are my person))
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 Feb 2016
i've been watering dead plants for so long
i hardly remember what they look like
when they're alive,
and maybe this means i'm
losing my mind,
but the truth is,
we all want a miracle.

i think i've just been
counting too much
on mine.

i wanna believe
that my love & loyalty alone
can turn a withered pile of
prickly dirt into a strong
and stunning cactus,
once again.

i wanna believe
that if i count you every
time i count my blessings,
you'll bless me with your presence,
but it feels a bit like a child's
impossible dream.

i am a dreamer though,
even in a one bedroom apartment
with creaky doors and leaky faucets.

so, i'll continue to do these things
that don't make sense to you.
i'll wish you a happy birthday,
just cause i mean it.
& i'll visit your mom in the hospital,
so she knows she's never alone.
and i'll give money to your friends'
"gofundme" page,
because you know,
i want ryan to get well too.
and i'll pray for your safety,
even though i have no religion.

and i'll sit here,
on my bathroom floor
thinking about dead roses
while you lie with your
face in a pillow
that's forever stained
with the scent of my shampoo.

and i'll hope that you still love that smell
as much as you did when you still loved me.
and i'll hope that your heart isn't
prickly and pathetic.
i'll hope that it's
stunning and strong
like a cactus.

and if they call me crazy,
you can tell them they're right.

but i'd rather be the one who
waters a dead plant,
than be the one who misses
the magic only found
in fallen petals.
Morgan Aug 2013
I've always been bad at biting my tongue
Since I was little everything seems
to make its way past my teeth and my gums
I think I've just always imagined the sting
of rejection can't be as miserable as the
tired agony of prolonged uncertainty
*This time I'm not so sure
Morgan Nov 2013
I want to write poetry on every inch of the world
and I don't care if the ocean washes it out of the sand
Or if it melts from the snow and trickles down into the streets
I don't care if the rain smears it all over the pavement
Or if the paper is folded so many times
it can hardly be read
I want to write poetry on every inch of the world

And I want to laugh
Even when I'm all alone,
with no one to hear me
Even in the pit at a packed show,
where the music is sure to hide it
I want to laugh so lightly in your arms,
you can't make out the sound
I just want to laugh

And I want to cry
With my car parked
In the back of an abandoned parking lot,
Six o'clock on a Saturday morning
Dim shades of light swallowing
the stars and the heat on high
I want to cry because
you're here with me
And I want to cry because
there's so much to be seen
in such a short life
But we still stop to
look into each other's eyes
Over and over and over again
And if that isn't beautiful,
I'm not sure what is
Morgan Aug 2013
You said,
I know he hurt you
Over and over and over
Again
But just know that I'm thankful
He brought you to me
Because you heal me
Over and over and over
Again

And I cried myself to sleep
Morgan Jul 2013
We sit silent with racing minds
And speak up with nothing to say
Morgan Aug 2016
Smoking a cigarette,
With my knees touching the ocean's edge;
A display of life and death-
The shortness of my breath,
Over the vastness of the ocean

All at once
The world seems
So small,
Captured in the filter
Between my finger tips,
And yet,
So big,
I can't imagine
All of the people
Looking into
The same sea as me

That's how it felt to
Fall in love with the right person
At the wrong time

Like certain death
And endless potential
Without gravity,
And anchored to the ground
In the same night

Like roaming aimlessly,
The entire universe
In front of me,
But hitting a brick wall
Before I even got
To see the sun set

I can't tell anymore
What was real
And what was hopeful,
If we are star crossed lovers,
Or two depressed kids
Who couldn't hold it together,
Not even for each other

Is there more to this than
You've let yourself believe?
Or, are you right?
Was it just wrong?
Does the space between us
Even need to exist
To keep us apart,
Or would we be in separate beds
Anyway?
Morgan Oct 2013
brace laced teeth
and an operation ivy t-shirt
converse dressed feet
and a scared look on
his pale face
all alone
tracing street lamps
with his fingertips
all the way from
philly to scranton
he's sketching tattoos
he swears he's gonna
get some day
when things are finally
going his way
and i don't have the heart
to say that most things
stay the same
he reminds me
of everything
i was and all the
things that made me
cry, when i was fourteen
and already a nervous wreck
i said "hey kid you like OP IV?"
and he smiled so wide
i thought the metal in his
mouth was gonna pierce his cheeks
oh i just
hope he doesn't
end up an anxious mess
like all my ***** friends and i
Morgan Aug 2013
I swore I'd never feel like this again
I said I'd **** the butterflies before they landed
But you laughed lightly
You stretched slowly
You smiled to yourself
You smiled at me
And by the time I looked away
They were already in me
Laying eggs
And digging up old graves
They're flying rapidly now
Carried by the vibrations in your voice
They want you to move closer
They want to feel alive
I can't stop them this time
They're batting wings
Straight toward you
They've got me batting eyelashes
Every time I see you
Make it stop
I don't wanna have you
Cause I don't wanna need you
And
I don't wanna love you
Cause I don't wanna miss you
Morgan Jun 2013
I'm content
That doesn't mean I'm happy
I'm stable
That doesn't mean I'm ready
I'm sober
That doesn't mean I'm better
I'm not doing anything wrong
That doesn't mean I'm alright
I'm not crying
That doesn't mean I'm laughing
And yeah I've stopped calling you
That doesn't mean I've stopped needing you
Cause I get it
But that doesn't mean I want it
Morgan Oct 2013
4)
I'm afraid if I cry, I'll cry forever because you're not here to make me laugh.
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