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Morgan Milliken Apr 2015
I can hear you call.
The whistle, drawing me out.
*You are my escape
Morgan Milliken Apr 2015
I want to be something beautiful.
I want to feel my roots grow into something stable and hold me up as I reach higher and higher so that I may, one day, touch the stars.
I want my hair to be moss and the smell of the forest permanently stuck to my clothing.
I want my bare feet to never have to see the inside of shoes again.
I want to experience something  beautiful.
I want to be a fairy that lives in the houses that little girls with tangled hair and wide eyes make for me because they believe.
I want to be able to shrink myself and see a whole new world inside a dead tree and ride on the backs of coyotes as they howl at the moon.
I crave the feeling of being something beautiful.
I want to be the dew that sparkles in the morning light as I hang from the spider webs.  
I need to be something as beautiful as Mother Nature.
Morgan Milliken Apr 2015
You

I wanna write about you.

Write about how your words send chills up my spine and ignite my veins as you threaten to do harm if I have my own opinion again because I am your property and there is a 0% chance that I'll ever hear you say the words sorry.

I wanna address how your actions send my mind into a frenzy of confusion and anger because you would demand I get your permission before I do things that are clearly my choice since I am a child unable to function alone.

I want to write about your hands and now they touched all the wrong parts of me, turning my soul into the color of the night sky and covering my body with your attempts to add your own version of the solar system because my version was not what you wanted

I wanna scrawl down the color of your eyes, a dark green, and how they always seem to be full of disdain when ever you look at me or someone even utters my name because you need to be the focus of every thing and I am nothing to you but a wind up toy.  

I want to write about your tongue and how I can't tell if it's human or snake because every time you open your **** mouth I swear to god I can see the fangs dripping venom as you say that I am safe.

I want to put it in writing that  your mind is still beautiful to me after all this time and I drives me insane that 25% of girls my age feel the same way I do.
  Apr 2015 Morgan Milliken
Emily Mary
As if you actually know what its like to love you,
Dealing with mind bending headaches
That only seem to scrape at the sides of my temples like broken glass in my fingertips
I catch myself playing sappy love songs to try to soothe my broken heart
But don't worry I understand you didn't mean to hurt me,
With all those late night phone calls of you
Serenading sweet words of your ignorance
You tell me, that you love me

I wouldn't dare to tell you that I stay up --- all hours of the night
Pondering the gritty words you said before you kissed me
You tasted like sandcastles and night stars
As if you were my daydream

As if you actually knew what it meant to cry 10,000 5 am tears,
set aside just to greet your face at 7  
because you don't know I'm quickly cracking like elephants on eggshells

As if you know how to love a women like a straight man,
your hands caress my arms like how the sunset kisses the horizon or
Almost how the stars melt into the atmosphere
You are my atmosphere I breathe you in like oxygen
But you've become poisonous,
what used to be my lifeline is now my deathbed
you're no good for me

Because you don't look at me the same way you look at him
with your big brown eyes as deep as the milky way
Your laugh as loud as meteors
You never cease to amaze me
Yet you still tell me you want to hold me in your castle arms,
You say that you want to hold down my fortress
You say you want to be my knight in shining armor
but I know you'd rather carry the weight of him instead of me

Constellations grapple to the under belly of your lies
The moon has whispered in my ear once again
that you are no good for me
But I don't think that you understand
I know you don't understand
Please, why can't you understand

That we...
We are no good for each other

Because while you're above the clouds,
Way past the heavens,
I have my feet firmly planted in reality.

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