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Morgan May 2012
Its now that I realize, with tear-filled eyes, what I thought was perfect and would be my chance at true bliss, it was a false thought. Hopeful thinking I guess. I try to think of something else, but my mind slips, and all I can think is your hands, tangled in mine, your eyes burning into my soul. Our lips, touching, kissing, only a few times letting your tongue slip through. I don't mind it. Your heartbeat beating faster with each passing second. My heart fluttering with lust, excitement, and a hint of . . . love? I cannot stop thinking about you, because with you something about me is different, but good. With you, I'm the real me. I have a smile on my face, I am not afraid of anything while standing next to you. To you, that was just another day, with just another girl. To me, that was the best night of my life. Soon, i will grasp reality and move on, but until that day, my thoughts will always jump back to that night, back to your beautiful face, and each time it does, I will snap back to reality soon after, I will be left with my shattered heart, I will be left to pick up the pieces, fragile as ever. I will be the one walking through life, with a fake smile, and a small hole in my chest. I will be left with the hurt. Worry not though, I will go on, and one day, you will realize what you left behind, and it will be too late. I take some comfort in that thought. Knowing at some point, you will know exactly how I felt and I wont have any sympathy for you, just like you had none for me.
Morgan May 2012
Why am I treated like I am less than human? I have feelings, wants and needs. I yearn for things that most people yearn for. Yet to you, I am still nothing. Still less than you. Almost as if I do not exist. I do not claim to be perfect, because, honestly, I am not, not even close! I am saying, maybe if you open your eyes, and realize who I am, you might see, perfect or not, I am worth your time. . . I can prove it, but you wont give me the chance. It kills me a little more each time I think about it, but you know, I'll grow up. I'll stop dreaming and wake up. I'll come back to the harsh reality that I will never be anything to you, and what could of been and what should have been, will never be. You will move on with your life, just like everyone else, and I will be stuck, wondering what my life would be like, had I meant the slightest of anything to you...
Morgan Jan 2012
In the dark, I lay here.
Vision blurring in and out.
Not quite awake, not yet asleep.
The room begins to melt away, and I walk from, what looks like, my lifeless body. Beneath the melted mess, I see a light so pure, so bright, so beautiful.
I walk towards it, suddenly my body has an overwhelming urge to stop and turn around.
I ignore and push through.
All around me now, I see colors, colors I  have never seen before.
Colors unseen to the human eye.I feel at peace, completely calm.
All pain Ive ever felt, is gone, in this place, it never existed.
Suddenly I see this black cloud right beside me.So dark, menevolant.Has it been following me this whole time?THe pain came flooding back, I ache, where am I?
This secret wonderland is turning to a supernatural horror film, is this the end?
Where is my lifeless, souless body?Maybe it isn't to late.
I begin to vnture back, with each step the pain becoming more unbearable.
I see the melted room, with only a bed and a body. I lay back down. . .
Coughing, I sit up with tears running down my face, gasping for air to fill my lungs. Body still aching with such horrific pain.

Apart of me wishes I never woke up.
Apart of me wanted to make friends with the dark cloud, because apart of me, is so. . . . Alone.
Morgan Jan 2012
There's a girl crying in my mirror tonight, and there's nothing I can say to make her feel alright.
She was born the day she met him, lived a while when he loved her, died a little when they broke apart.
Everyday she hides the pain with a smile pastered to her face.
She tries her best and wont give up the ongoing fight.
Shes giving her all, every ounce of her soul, to finally make thing right.
Shes crying herself to sleep tonight, in hopes of catching one last glimpse of that beautiful face, because in the morning she'll say goodbye.
Let go of the pain, and let go of the fight.
Because for once, she's going to be alright.
Morgan Nov 2011
From the moment you were born, to this point in life, you have been unique.

You do not need X amount of people justifying the very thing you should have the confidence to know.

Today, sticks and stones may break your bones, and words may hurt too, they call you different, saying you are a freak.

Tomorrow is another day, and your beauty starts within shines throughout, embrace it. Let it show.

Be original and be yourself, because the last time someone tried to make everybody the same eleven million people died.

Never let someone’s ignorant words keep you from the right to love yourself for who you are.

Your different, everyone is, keep it as so, let your uniqueness and differences show, NEVER HIDE!

Search inside your heart, inside your mind, you will see that beauty resonating, embrace it with all that you are!

From this moment until the rest of your life, you will be unique, enticing.

Live your life how you want, do not let people bring you down, when the time comes, chose the path most enlightening.
Morgan Sep 2011
Staring at this blank page
wondering what there is to write about.
Then I think of you,
and all the memories begin to flood my mind.
The good, the bad.
The love, the hate.
The laughs, the cries.
You think your words don't affect me when in reality they do.
I don't tell you because sometimes I fear you.
Don't worry though, as long as I'm with you, I don't care what happens to me.
Your love shines through brighter than your anger.
<3
Morgan Sep 2011
Sitting here in a world of pain, from all the torture.
I stare, and in the distance, something sharp peaks its head.
Shiny, yet dull, smooth, yet sharp, pictures flood my mind of horror.
I pick it up, and pictures begin to flash, me, lying there, motionless, dead.
I hold it in my hand, and, has hard as I can, I begin to drag it across my arm.
The blood begins to flow, uncontrollably, but agreeably.
Carving, drawing, writing, doing so much, TO MUCH harm.
All while screaming at the top of my lungs, 'Why aren't I suitable?!'
You came along, saw the hurt, saw the flaws.
You helped me from the start, told me you loved me,
And I am left in Awe.
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