Morgan

Morgan Apr 2014

I think of you all the time
Which scares the **** out of me.
It's because I'm opening up;
Repeating past mistakes.

But part of me is falling in love
With the fear of heartbreak.
Part of me is falling in love
With the sound your heart makes.

Morgan Apr 2014

Repeat

I hate when people say we'd be good together
I love when people say we'd be good together

It gives me hope that people see what I see
Makes me hope you will see me the way they see us.

But the world doesn't work like that
Experience is the judge

So I shake my head and say no to their proposals
To keep the wall up around my heart
To not be vulnerable to those who don't deserve it

I will never be good enough for you
Or what you want

It's happened before
Time and time again

You don't like me like I like you.
So I pretend not to care.

The story that's always on repeat.

Morgan Apr 2014

Like

It's was new love.
Started as a crush.
As a Like.

Blossomed into a butterfly
deep within the stomach pit.

"I like you," he whispered sweetly.
"I like you back," she returned.

And on they went.

Until he found a new Like to like.
He snatched the beautiful, wanted feeling from her
as if it wasn't her's to keep.

It was her first real Heartbreak.
Torn up inside,
The hate began stirring.

And now when she sees him,
she has to act like it's all okay.

Like her Like had faded faster than his.
Like her heart was full and solid.

She'd never take him back.
She just wishes he'd never left.

Morgan Apr 2014

Bent

I feel like this more than you'd know.
But how would you know?
How much do you care?
Enough to make me feel like this.

Alone.
Ostracized.

On the outside,
it's called The Time Of My Life.

On the inside,
I hear your laughter without me.
And I know the secrets you keep.
The jokes I'm on the outside of.

How do I prioritized the Great Unknown?
To not be so alone?

Unknown.

Morgan Apr 2014

Loved

“I have nothing profound to say,”
Said the timid boy under his breath.
I will not change the world,
For it will be better off without me.

I have not loved,
I have not mattered,
I am no one.

But on the inside, he is screaming
Louder and louder
To be heard and understood,
To finally be known and loved.

For to be known is to be loved,
And to be loved is to be known.

This boy is inside all of us, at some point.
Dying to understand our worth and beauty.
Dying to know that we matter to someone.
And we do.

I promise.

— The End —