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Molly Gooderham Aug 2015
I ignored it
Like when you see a spider on your bedroom wall out of the corner of your eye
or you see your phone light up with his name at 2am
Because hey, you've gotta get some rest

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Molly Gooderham Apr 2014
i am unsatisfied with where i am
my desire to be everywhere i am not, is faulty
am i searching for somewhere i can be peaceful?
i don't know
i just know that where i travel is never enough
when i am without you, i desire to be there
when i am with you, elsewhere
i look upon your lovely face questioning why i am still unsatisfied
where do i want to be if not beside you
do i want to be everywhere at once or no where at all
i am tired of trying to achieve the former
i only have one other way to go

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Molly Gooderham Apr 2014
in my eyes you are a whole meadow of flowers
but you can't even see yourself as one tiny daisy
you are so lovely
i want you to know that i think you are lovely
you are lovely
you are so lovely
bloom, my pretty daisy

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Molly Gooderham Apr 2014
i like myself when i'm with you
i wish that was more often

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Molly Gooderham Apr 2014
if you didn't like vegetables
i would eat all of them for you so that you were still allowed dessert
even though i don't particularly like vegetables either

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Molly Gooderham Apr 2014
in quiet rooms
down quiet corridors there are quiet souls
with minds; screaming
she tells her mind to stop screaming
she tells her family she doesn't hear a thing
she tries to replay every good day
but the stories don't quite align
all that's left are her bones here in this bed
and torn up memories by her side

a shaky hand
a flaking smile
she can count her moments of sanity on one hand
a face remembered
a face forgot
she hears no greetings just goodbyes
tired but not asleep, days and nights reflected in her empty eyes
a moment of clarity was all she needed
a moment she was scared to forget
possessions laid out before her like burnt out cigarettes
she makes up her face, reliving the mornings when she was alive
and she approaches the sunrise, sanity by her side
so clear the world appears when reflected not by her eyes, in the water
there is clarity
she surrounds herself in clarity
she doesn't want to breathe
she only wants to exhale insanity

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