Marie-Niege

Marie-Niege Sep 2014

macabre

I hate him and his mouth
and the speed in which it moves.

I, of a slower tongue can not keep up
and so I imagine my door slamming shut on his lips and me jumping and shouting everything that I could not say.

mhm

Marie-Niege Sep 2014

funny

as much as I have to say
I never know what to say
or where to begin.
or where to end

sometimes I find it easier to
start in the middle and see
where it leads me.

Sometimes, I just bite my
tongue and hope that
everything comes out
alright, alright.

Sep 2014

Megan Grace

chrysanthemum

and so we dress like the wind and
speak like the rain.

from the back of my old journal

Marie-Niege Sep 2014

mute

there is just.
So much.
To ******* say

Marie-Niege Sep 2014

media

i only smoke when
someone's died.*
he said.

and when I asked him
who's died most recently,
he said, *everyone.

Marie-Niege Sep 2014

Untitled

If we're singing this
same same song
then who's playing
along

Marie-Niege Sep 2014

tell me to stop

I think if someone would tell me to
stop
romanticising the past,
my mind would finally find a moment
to breathe and heave.

I'm sure he's not how I remember him.
I'm sure he's never been that amazing in his life.
I know this and still.
That's how I remember him.