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morgan Sep 2015
sometimes things hurt and sometimes they hurt and sometimes they hurt. I feel like there's a constant struggle between romanticizing pain and having compassion for it and a thing I'm starting to learn is that there's isn't different ways to love, when you love someone and they come off as feeling differently for you I think it's just because you expect them to match your feelings, without letting yourself breathe and understand that the only feelings that are ever gonna be felt are the ones in which you perceive and when you start to settle down or maybe go insane (however you wanna look at it) you start to see that the feeling in which you perceive is "the feeling," it's love, and the love can't do anything but be free, you can not keep it in a cage no matter how hard you try, your love cage is imaginary and it's going to be really really hard to get the person you have feelings for locked inside of it with you because it's not actually there, so instead of getting jealous of the person you love doing whatever they want with whoever they want, understand that happiness is beautiful and seeing them happy is all you really want, sometimes it feels like you need to let things go but the sound of that is never gonna feel the same as letting things be free ((mg))
morgan Sep 2015
i've been thinking
about you lately,
a lot of times,
before i go to bed,
whenever i wake up,
when i look at our pictures,
when i hear a song about us,
those memories never seem
to fade away,
it keeps refreshing
on my mind,
and it actually hurts,
because i really miss you,
and i keep hoping
that one day,
you'll text me and
ask how am i,
and if only, if only i could rewind time,
i wouldn't have to let you go
morgan Oct 2014
and i had to develop
new feelings for the person
who just entered
my horrible life,
because it was once you,
who i gave my heart too,
but all you did,
was break my heart,
and he's the one who's trying to fix it,
but i dont know if ill love him,
because the feelings i have for you,
are totally different than
what i have for him,
because deep in my heart,
i know i still love you,
and that *****.
written february 22
morgan Aug 2014
and then it hit me,
he's going to marry a girl
they're going to cuddle on the sofa
watching scary movies until 3am
while she falls asleep in his arms
they'll go on cute dates
and holidays in the sun together
he's going to tell her that he loves her
they're going to have kids
and wave them off to school one day
they're going to happily grow old together
and that girl wont be me
morgan Jul 2014
its because of you,
i was hurt
its because of you,
my heart aches
its because of you,
i suffer on the inside
and its because of you,
i never showed myself
and its because of you,
i trusted too much
its because of you,
i gave you my heart
its because of you,
i thought you're the one
and its because of you,
i changed over night
and its because of you,
i have trust issues
its because of you,
i distanced everyone
its because of you,
i stopped trusting
and its because of you,
i have no one else by my side
but lastly, its because of you,
i cant love anyone else,
because of all the things you've done
im still in love with you
morgan Jul 2014
i tried so many ways to move on from you,
i tried to distract my mind from thinking of you,
i tried to think of something else apart from you,
i even called people the nicknames i used to call you,
but the feeling is totally different compared to when
i call you those silly nicknames,
i know that the only way to move on
is to delete all of our pictures
and the memories we've built together,
but its so hard for me,
i dont have the courage
to delete all those unforgettable memories,
because i only have those memories
to look up to whenever i miss you.
whenever i see you in school,
you look so happy and cheerful
and my heart just shatters on the inside,
even if you talk to me in person as normal,
both of us know.
we used to be each others worlds,
and that we used to be so close,
so sweet yet so adorable,
and i really miss those times,
i miss those sweet times
and conversations i had with you
but most of all,
i miss you,
so much
morgan Feb 2014
she's sixteen
and can already
tell you everything
about self destruction.

she can tell you how
to dress fresh cuts,
in the dark with
makeshift bandages.

and which foods are
easy to throw up.

she knows a thousand
excuses; "i already ate
"im just cold"
"it was the cat"

she's learned to hold
all her feelings inside
until late at night,
and cover her mouth
with her hands so
no one hears her.

she's perfected
her fake smile.

and she's been taught
oh so painfully
to build her walls up
high, to keep everyone out.
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