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 Nov 2013 Molly Hughes
Brianna
I remember photoshoots in my room making my parents take our pictures. I remember late nights conversations about cute boys & stupid friends. I remember passing notes & walking through the halls of high school.
See I remember you before you were on these anti anxiety depression medication. Before you decided you needed them to get by in life and I told you I. Understood. I said I still had your back no matter what.
Now you're a different person.
Now you lie about being so in love and so happy.
I try and tell you to get off those pills but you won't listen.
And so I ask... What happened to my best friend?
What happened to the carefree girl who went on adventures?
And I ask... If you're so happy why are you still taking those pills crying at night?
I miss my best friend.
I miss how you used to be now you're just so different.
 Nov 2013 Molly Hughes
Persephone
The Swirl

Let's be in love in my living room
Dancing to a better tune
Telling secrets with our mouths quietly,
Out loud
Til we're black and blue
From making love all afternoon

Let's build a universe in your backyard
Playground
Downtown
Sloppy drunk, on our way to right now
Lightweight, carefree
Weight of the world gone suddenly

Drag me to my deepest fears
Keep me there
Carefully, make me
Stare at them
squarely
Swallow tears
Of sorrow spilt from pain relieved
Hold me there in disbelief

Then take me to your living room
Drunk as hell
Late afternoon
Laugh it off,  birth my buzz
Pick me flowers
From your gardens rug
And shower me with all your love
Until I'm black and blue
From making love all afternoon
a song I wrote for a person who no longer wishes to sing with me
 Nov 2013 Molly Hughes
Persephone
I'm so sick of moving on
I'm so sick of figuring life out
and realizing I'm wrong
I don't want to die unfulfilled
I don't want to resort to taking  pills
I'm tired of wondering where all my love goes
From watching my friends die
From not letting go
And I wish I could participate
in the life that I'm living
Instead of laying in a bed of thoughts,
merely existing
I'm sick of rocking myself to sleep
Weak from the loneliness I feel most of the week
And I'm through with committing myself
just to move on
From falling in love so hard that I can't get back up
And kicking myself while I'm down
by indulging In sorrow
From saying " don't worry there's always tomorrow"
And I try to be optimistic
Patient and brave
I try to see each color in a sea of grey
Will I ever be happy?  
I ask myself often
Because all of these eggs in my basket are rotten
And the man that I love, well he must of forgotten
me
And I'm an idiot because I love too hard
And I love the wrong people
Im sick of building my own walls and
digging my own grave
Against a tower of pain locked
in an unsolvable maze
I'm through with this heavy head
Because I'm either deprived of sleep
Or forcing myself to pretend
that I need to go back to bed
I'm tired of feeling sorry for myself
my pride is truly my own hell
I've lit the matches, buried the hatchet
I'm ready to
melt
I live inside myself
my own little world
I read my own books
and poetry
and listen to my own music
sure, I absorb others material
as much as I can
but I am only a lurker
looking over the Earth
silently
from my dark little island
gazing over seas
both digital and real
wondering how the others do it
Are they just good at pretending?
Are they really not as insincere
as they all appear?
These feelings, or lack thereof
are thrown up like smoke signals
from the fire inside me
hoping another
might see or hear
with eyes, ears, heart, soul and mind
that are almost mine
to rescue me
from this strange illusion
of my own creation
 Nov 2013 Molly Hughes
Emily
It's hard knowing
You liked my
Former, fake self
Better
10 words

© Peyton 2013
 Nov 2013 Molly Hughes
Wanderer
You have to do it all
Just to know where it gets you
Spilling *** and secrets through verse
Begging me with lined pages to give in
I am the mountain
You are monsoon season
Wearing down the face of my resolve
The echo of our mingled passion lingers
Like the scent of your skin against mine
From pushing to pulling we are connected
Through fingers buried deep in pulsing veins
"This is where you belong"
You slither along my curved neck with a southern draw
I wish miles were clouds and we could sleep forever
The comforting eclipse of moonlight stopping time
I apologize for nothing
As shadows fall across your smile
You will not wait
I am not the one
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