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Maggie Morris Jun 2018
sometimes I'm reminded that you live in the little broken parts of me,
and though your love will come and go, that's where you'll always be.

even when you lift your face and it appears you almost care,
to think that you'll stay -- oh I wouldn't dare.

when tempted to compose a text or contemplate a call,
I tell myself that you're a lie and I can't have it all.

still awake late at night and wondering if I'm on your mind,
again and again I repeat, 'love is blind'.

to tell you the truth three years prior is when I let you go,
but whether or not I truly detached is for only me to know.
  Jun 2018 Maggie Morris
Alex B
Never take movement for granted
because some time you will become
Immobilized
by depression
or a busted knee
or some other affliction
of the body
& mind

Aren’t they really one?
Can you have one without the other?
You need your mind to move
You need to move to feed your mind
So what happens then
when both refuse to operate?
I guess that brings me to my second point
Never take your mind for granted
  Jun 2018 Maggie Morris
E Morris
she was a flower
not because she was beautiful
although she certainly was
not because she was delicate
although she certainly was
but because she lived quickly
because she died quickly
and once she was gone she was forgotten quickly
and her petals were tossed in the trash
and her stem buried in the ground
and her nectar dried up
and all that was left was her glass house
until that too cracked and crumbled to dust
mother always said that weeds were best
you cared about weeds
you hated them
you remembered them
and mother always said it was better to be hated and remembered
than loved and quickly forgotten
shame then
that I loved a flower
because I can’t even remember her name
  Jun 2018 Maggie Morris
Kira
You're in love with her.
She's the kind of soft that makes the sun fall to its knees every evening just to get a closer glimpse.
She's everything that makes a boy believe in god.
How else could he be alive at the same time as her if he didn't?
The odds are too great for there to be any other reason that he gets to make her smile.
That kind of smile that's designed to melt boys like him that i've turned cold.
You thought I was her once.
Speaking of thoughts, do I ever cross your mind sometimes like you cross mine? Even if unintentional?
At night I accidentally love you like no time has passed.
I know it's just my unconscious mind, but while I sleep there's a version of you that loves me still.
You're a dream that I wish wasn't.
So it's the worst kind of accident you could say.
Maybe not accidental if gods real like you believe he is.
My dreams might possibly just be his way of saying "*******".
Maggie Morris Jun 2018
don't whine precious
you wrench her bones
they break silently

some ask why.

she hasn't the courage to budge.
you. took. her.
Maggie Morris Jun 2018
answer me:
it wasn't your words
that broke me.
it was
your lack of them.
sometimes the silence
is worse
than the screams.

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