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 Nov 2013 Molly Hughes
Morgan
rose
 Nov 2013 Molly Hughes
Morgan
we're such destructive little things
we can't be trusted with beauty
we destroy ourselves to feel better
so why wouldn't we destroy each other?
if i crush your spirit or your bones,
just know
please just know
i meant to help you all along
we just can't ever figure out
how to be delicate
with the things we love
there's just too much
too much i'm willing to do
to feel for you
If you ever ask if I'm okay,
99.9999999999% of the time
I'll tell you that I'm okay.

But I say it not because
I really am (usually),
but rather because I know
There's no **** solution to it.
There'd be no point telling anybody because
It would just burden them
More and more because there is

No
****
Solution

Forever stuck this way,
Forever worrying,
Forever bothered.

So I'll just say I'm okay
Because I'm doomed to be

Not okay.
If I ask some more
And you still say you're "fine",
Am I supposed to ask once more
Or am I supposed to
Walk far far away...
 Nov 2013 Molly Hughes
MSJ
The Light
 Nov 2013 Molly Hughes
MSJ
Many people are afraid
of the darkness because
of what they cannot see
and what they do not know.
But in the darkness
I feel at home.
The concealment comforts me.
It is the light that I fear.
Illuminations welcome
In the light I have no choice but .
 Nov 2013 Molly Hughes
Morgan
your neck-
it smells like home
oh and your collar bones-
they ask where i've been
every time i climb inside your skin
your lips-
they were my first sin

i'm coming back
to the city that raised us
but there's just no way
i can ever be a part of you
in as many ways as i want to
I think I have loved my name
Ever since the first moment
My mother whispered it
In a too white hospital room

Or maybe I just loved
The way she said it
-with a voice laced with a gentle kind of awe
A voice laced with so much love

I think I loved my name even more
When my best friend
Said it for the first time
In a too loud classroom

Or maybe I just loved
Th way she said it
So softly and smoothly
Like it was meant to roll of her tongue


I think I loved my name even more
After a foreign barista
Called out my order and my name
In a too crowded cafe

Or maybe I just love
The way he said it
Hesitantly and slowly
Unsure if he was saying it correctly

I loved my name even more
When you
Sang it in hushed tone
In a too cold car

Or maybe I just loved
The way you said it
Like it was something special
Like I was something special

Say it again
I must not gaze at them although
Your eyes are dawning day;
I must not watch you as you go
Your sun-illumined way;

I hear but I must never heed
The fascinating note,
Which, fluting like a river reed,
Comes from your trembing throat;

I must not see upon your face
Love's softly glowing spark;
For there's the barrier of race,
You're fair and I am dark.
 Nov 2013 Molly Hughes
Morgan
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
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