MG - Hello Poetry

Jul 2017

Sylvia Plath

"I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead;
I lift my lids and all is born again.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)

The stars go waltzing out in blue and red,
And arbitrary blackness gallops in:
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.

I dreamed that you bewitched me into bed
And sung me moon-struck, kissed me quite insane.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)

God topples from the sky, hell's fires fade:
Exit seraphim and Satan's men:
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.

I fancied you'd return the way you said,
But I grow old and I forget your name.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)

I should have loved a thunderbird instead;
At least when spring comes they roar back again.
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)"

MG Jun 2017

Three

I smoked three cigarettes today.
Three.
My "magic" number.
All to make you go away.
Leaning to poison to ease my void
that you left me.
Three.
My heart is empty.
My soul is closed.
My bed is cold.
Three.
All because you came back into my life at 3am.
Three days ago.

#universe #three #lonely #closed

MG May 2017

Gaze

You saw me.
More than anyone else has.
You saw me.
I don't know how but you did.
You looked into my green eyes and you saw who I was, who I am.
You saw my hurt and that made me trust you.
I saw your hurt too.
I saw it in your black eyes, in the rare times you would smile, in your art.
Laying next to you, pulling me in I felt it echo within the catacombs of my chest
And it made me feel at home.
Your brokenness made me feel at home.
But now I realized you make every woman your home, even if it's just for the night.
I wish I had never met you.

MG May 2017

Missed Connections

I've always been attracted to broken men.
Something about them makes me feel whole.
Maybe it's their halves that intertwine in mine.
One empty half interweaving itself into the lonesome corners of my heart.
Two wounded parts that make a whole, make me feel whole.
In their brokenness they make you feel connected.
******* you in while ******* you dry.
But always ending alone asking "why".
Was the pain of them worth it?
Laying on top of a warm beating heart, hearing it's pulse and making you whole.
But leaving you naked and alone.

You never think the last kiss will be your last.
Until it happens

MG Nov 2016

subjective

For the first time in my adult life I am free from you.
But what is freedom really?
I've come to find out it's something that's subjective, arbitrary.
I am physically free from you but still chained to something, and I don't know what that something is.
I'm free to be the person I knew I always could be without you.
But why are you still chained to my thoughts?
Why am I still chained to this toxic lifestyle?
Maybe it's this City.
Maybe it's the way you used to hold me at night.
Maybe it's the way He looks at me now (He looks at others the same too).
Or maybe it's just me and I still miss you.
And I still sleep alone while you sleep with Her.
So then, is freedom really free?

#freedom #imsorry #missingyou #betteroff #arbitrary