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Molly Gooderham Mar 2014
i've never known someone to apologise so many times
and as i approach the fifth month of being disappointed by you
perhaps it's time to move on and be let down by someone new

m.g.
Molly Gooderham Mar 2014
she points out the bags under your eyes
and you tell her they're designer
your smudged lipstick's saying gucci
and your eyes are dolce & gabbana

m.g.
Molly Gooderham Mar 2014
it was  a flood that wrecked my home,
but I'm the one that caused this heavy rainfall and
stole every sandbag  to preserve the memories of you

m.g.
Molly Gooderham Mar 2014
lost in the hallways of your oppressed existence
unaware that one person could accommodate so much tragedy,
you weren't alone but it was hard to tell through all the darkness,
as the world burdened you
you burdened me
unaware that while you were bruising on the outside, i was bruising within
constantly searching for a window to open to scream out "i love you"
you should know that for every poisonous word you hear, i am screaming out "i love you"
and every time you claw at the surface of you and at the entirety of me, i will always scream "i love you"
you convince yourself you're worthless
and sometimes i start to believe it too
but then i find a new door
and unearth something new, stop burying yourself under your discontentedness and let me show you what i've found
you have so much inside you but you don't let us make a sound
i finally find windows but you've got them locked tight
pushing past an ocean of admirers i give up the last of my fight
and with waves crashing behind me, poison seeps through the panes
i lift my hand up to touch it but i still feel the same
i want to open up the latches and scream out "i love you" but i can't say a word
everyone around you is telling you they love you but you lock us away and you don't let us be heard,
yet we consume this poison willingly, and hand in hand wade through the halls
and when we finally find that open window
you know
what we'll call

m.g.
Molly Gooderham Feb 2014
you say you're scared of clowns
but i don't understand
how can that fake smile scare you
and yet you spend so long trying to find comfort in your own

m.g.
Molly Gooderham Jan 2014
i told you i loved you

but you probably weren’t listening

m.g.
Molly Gooderham Jan 2014
like a flame,
afraid of being snuffed out,
trembling as every light breath approaches
aware of how easily you can be consumed,
you flicker in and out of uncertainty
standing tall one minute and shrinking in the next,
apprehensive and waiting,
you assume this fate your own
not exhausted by an entity
but by your thoughts alone

m.g.
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