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 Nov 2013 Molly Hughes
Morgan
you've got a fresh pack
of cigarettes you wanna
burn, i've got some old
bridges ready for the same
the tank is full, our hearts
have been running on E
so let's get lost in this
bright day until we
remember how to
find our way
It hurts without you
And your right
We haven't
Spent time together
And I miss you
It's felt like forever
Since you last looked at me
With desire
And I miss that too
But what hurts most
Is I feel like you don't trust me
Like you down-graded me to *****
Because your friends weren't in my shoes
And I hate that
I hate that we've let other people in our minds
Because that's destroyed us too much in the past
To let it destroy all we've worked for now
I've been so indescribably upset
And every time we solve our sorrows together
Something else interferes with us
And it seems like we never win
But I never give up
And I won't now
I'm the type of person who hates change
And that means I try not to
So when I say I love you
I say it with my soul
I say it with every bit of me
And I mean it forever and always
I don't let go because I never give up
Won't you please just be happy with me.
You are the blue tangled                                                              
            mass of string in my bathroom
cabinet I cannot see where you end or
where you begin you embrace all of                                                                                      
                                             my little trinkets with your vibrant
hue and when I think I find the end of                                              
                                                                                         you you laugh at my silly idea and
lead me somewhere entirely different

when you sleep in my hands- a sweet                                                                                      
                   silk nothing almost- you deliver the
calmest sensation and I find that the more                                
I try to detach you from the little pieces
                                                           of my everything the more determined you
are to laugh                                                    

but I like your laugh it bubbles my mind                                                              
                                            so I suppose you are welcome to stay
twisting your carefree blue fibers around
my eye drops and bracelets and love                                                              

you can stay
because the blue tangled string is you
I love you like the first lemon I tasted
you stormed into my life
                             (like the sour in my face.)

        you changed the expressions I choose to wear too…
but instead of making the grimace-squeeze face of
                            acidic lemon

                                              I tend to be too busy smiling.
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