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Morgan Kowalski Nov 2014
Once again I have fooled myself into
thinking someone would actually
stay.

Within five weeks you walked in,
stole a few kisses,
walked out.

The sad part isn't that you did that,
but that I was dumb enough to let you
destroy me.
I guess this is a lesson to not trust boys who make you smile with everything they do.
Morgan Kowalski Jun 2014
lately I've been catching myself missing you more than usual.

catching myself crying over the littlest things that happen

I wish you were here to catch me
  May 2014 Morgan Kowalski
Michael Pick
Darling I adore you
You put me to shame though
Morgan Kowalski May 2014
if scars are our way of seeing
what we have been through,

are bruises the way we see what
bumps we've been through?
or how we let ourselves
get hurt.
thoughts during english class.
Morgan Kowalski May 2014
One day you'll be closer to me
                      to hold me
to kiss me
to whisper in my ear
                                but all we have right now are
                                            late night phone calls and
                                   838 miles

which we must conquer
  May 2014 Morgan Kowalski
romane
Being the most beautiful girl
in your eyes
is enough
  May 2014 Morgan Kowalski
Tom Leveille
kissing you was like swerving into oncoming traffic

i can never tell if i am more haunted by empty picture frames or the ashes of their contents

you taught me that the saying "pick your battles" meant not answering when love was at the door

sometimes when i drink whiskey i swear i can hear your voice in the creases of my bedsheets & i sleep on the floor

i still catch myself running my hands over things you touched the most, looking for the echoes of your fingertips

i practice things i'll never say to you

i remember the day you told me you didn't like poetry, how "everything's already been said" & how "nothing meaningful can be captured without being cliche" you know, i don't miss you like the sun and moon, i do not miss you like tide bent waves crashing on the shoreline, i miss you like a chernobyl  swingset misses children

rumor has it that drowning is a lot like coming home, that drinking bleach can **** the butterflies in your stomach

for your love of cigarettes, i would have been an ashtray

this halloween i want to dress up as the you when you loved yourself and show up on your doorstep

i never understood what you meant when you said i was an instrument, back when you would cup your hands around my chest and breathe through the holes in my heart, i still wonder if the sounds i made remind you of wind chimes

i never paid much attention to abandoned buildings until i became one

in my dreams all the flowers smell like your perfume

i am the only person who has ever wished for the same snowflake to fall twice

if i could go back, and rewrite the definition of audacity, it would be how when we lost the bet of love, you said "we never shook on it"

i love you, if the feeling is not mutual, please pretend this was a poem

the only apology i want from you, is to have you repeat the names of children we will never have in your parents living room until they *****

we are the same person if you find yourself up at 4am dry heaving promises, or if you are kept awake by the laughter of those who've abandoned you

nobody ever told you that goodbyes taste like the back of stamps

sometimes i'm convinced that the only reason we hug, is so you can check my back for exit wounds
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