mlg poetry

some words and some love

[mlgpoetry]

i don’t know if its a good thing that i can barely remember the sound of your voice if the feeling of your hand grazing my skin is something of a memory does that mean that I’m loosing you or that you are already lost should i grip on to every inch of you left or should i leave it all behind follow the beat of my heart thats still there discovering new things in the parts of me you left or do i sit in front of our grave mourning this loss how long is too long to miss someone they don’t teach you that but i know its been far too long since I’ve seen your smile its dimming in my mind

where are you now? mlg

[mlgpoetry]

my friends tell me that i am so much more than you i am more than what you made me feel more than the love you gave me and the destruction you caused me i am skin and bones and a beating heart which is not only for you they remind me that i am alive not just to live for you but to be the fullest parts of myself full of laughter, joy and knowledge not full of the things you give to me my friends tell me that i am so much more than your smile or the touch of your fingertips or the words that flow through your lips and i know that they are right

more than you mlg

[mlgpoetry]

i look for you in all the places i go maybe someday i will find you if its in the lyrics of a song or the innocent speech of a stranger i know i will soon and i am not prepared for this day because although i may be over you your laugh still brings rays of sunshine to cloud covered skies and brightens the darkest parts of me when i am reminded of you will all the love flood back in tearing down every break wall i have built will i be able to navigate this feeling will i already be consumed by something new too busy to realize that i have in fact already seen you seen you in the cracks in the sidewalk and the sunset from my bedroom window see you in the darkest hours of the night when my mind plays tricks on me

when I see you mlg

[mlgpoetry]

it’s days like this where i think of you days that could have been better spent lost under layers of sheets and blankets hidden from the harsh winds outside and the rain that comes creeping in through the cracked windows on to the ledge days like today were meant for warm drinks with endless moments to laugh and love nothing more than the tv playing in the background there was us, as none other than ourselves and i miss those moments and i miss having them with you

on days like today mlg

[mlgpoetry]

you’ve lived thousands of days without him thousands of days that were full of happiness and hope and love days that had dreams of a future. but you will live thousands of days without him these days will be filled with new memories and new loves even a few heartbreaks you will fall and you will dance you will find comfort in the palm of someones hand and you will learn to be whole again and each time you must remind yourself that you have lived thousands of days without them and that you will live thousands more

a thousand days mlg

[mlgpoetry]

like a hurricane approaching a shoreline and crashing against the coast tearing buildings from their foundations and trees from their roots every ounce of my home was destroyed not the kind of home with a roof and four walls but the one with the boy who had two eyes and beating heart the home where i felt the safest, until the walls shook and everything i knew changed you can prepare for the hurricane as much as you want building stronger foundations, run and hide to safety but once it hits there is no turning back there is no surviving under all the rumble

take cover mlg

[mlgpoetry]

as selfish as it sounds i hope you miss me i hope that you think of me when the sun is setting that whenever a certain song comes on the radio you think of the way i’d sing along maybe when you need someone you crave the way i loved you or the way i comforted your sadness i hope you see the flaws in our love the way that there was nothing left of me for me that i had given all that i could but you seemed unsatisfied i hope you learn from us that you learn how to love with your whole heart and that you care for each person if your life like they are the last

miss me mlg

[mlgpoetry]

i cannot begin to digest that any words exchanged could be false that someone could tell u that you meant the world to them or that she didn’t mean a thing or that they love you how can you go from being everything for someone to being nothing. how can you say you cared for someone when you disregard all their accomplishments and their heartache and their love how can u say you wanted them when you acted as though they were a stranger that you had no held them, and comforted them and been comforted by them i ask you to be honest when you think about how much they truly meant if they are so easy to leave

what they mean mlg

[mlgpoetry]

and at 18 you remind yourself that you’ve survived this before at 16 you found yourself in the same position lost in a carousel of questions what ifs, how comes, and if onlys ‘what if i had been different’, ‘how come i was not enough’, ‘if only he had loved me the same’, and as you lay there, trying to find the answer to all your questions remember that this has happened before that you have come out stronger that someone had knocked down your walls before someone had made you regret ever saying ‘i love you’ there was once a time where you felt that there was no more chances at love but there will be more there will be more tearful nights, and there will be more love to share you have fought this battle before found yourself trying to pick up every piece and you have collected all you could and put yourself back together

one more time mlg

[mlgpoetry]

and in my dreams i thought of us and how there were so many things that were left unsaid i can’t help but wonder if the things that we never shared were those that could have saved us that maybe if we had spent a little more time watering the buds of our parallel we would not have had such a bitter end maybe you just weren’t good with your words and the glances i caught of you staring were your way of saying you cared maybe it was in the way you ran your fingers through my hair and over my back i can never be sure of what you wanted to say because sometimes it is our actions that speak much louder than words

holding on to you mlg

[mlgpoetry]

i cannot begin to digest that any words exchanged could be false. that someone could tell u that you meant the world to them, or that she didn’t mean a thing, or that they love you. how can you go from being everything for someone to being nothing. how can you say you cared for someone when you disregard all their accomplishments and their heartache and their love. how can u say you wanted them, when you acted as though they were a stranger that you had not held them, and comforted them and been comforted by them i ask you to be honest when you think about how much they truly meant if they are so easy to leave

who was I to you mlg

[mlgpoetry]

somewhere along the road i got lost giving the wrong people the right parts of me i can’t remember if it was the first night we kissed when you held me like that moment would last forever or after the constant battle i felt to keep you in my grasp as my hands tightened around your wrist you slipped faster and faster from me like i was in quicksand, struggling to find my way out but i kept sinking faster and faster maybe thats what our love was like the harder i tried to love you, the quicker i sank but you were slow, you moved with no effort and you were able to come out clean no mess or struggle, no scars or pain

quicksand love mlg

[mlgpoetry]

i know it sounds reaaaallly cheesy but when i look at your smile every little worry & problem goes away. every fault you have & the pain you’ve caused disappears into the brightness of that smile. so please never stop smiling, because then i will never have to face all the hurt that you have caused me

your smile mlg (via mlgpoetry)

[mlgpoetry]

brown eyes are just brown eyes until your coffee goes cold as you slowly mix your cream into it trying to replicate the proper shade cursing every time it gets a little too light as if the only way you can see that colour ever again is in that mug you will never see it sparkly with laughter or darken with rage but once you have found the right mix just enough brew, just enough cream it will never fade from you

morning cup mlg

[mlgpoetry]

you touch me with a sense of urgency as if this moment is going to end with only a short notice as if i am just a body with legs that wrap around your torso and arms that pull you closer to my chest as close as you can be you touch me as if i am just a body one of any women who's body can be yours who will bend and twist the way you wish you touch me as if I do not matter that it is not me you are touching that I could be any girl and you would act the same you grasp on to my body, breathing through me sharing my lungs but I can't help but feel you do not share my feelings

touch me mlg

[mlgpoetry]

I once loved a boy, with blue eyes, a blue that can not be describe as more than my favourite colour, and a voice that stayed powerful no matter how unsure he was of what he said. I once loved a boy,  who did not love me. he did not love the way i struggled in times of despair, like when we were together and all I wished was to not feel alone. he did not love the way i asked for him to stay when the only thing he wanted was to be free as if with me was the last place he wanted to be. I once loved a boy, who broke me. who watched me crumble, as I forgot how breath. he watched as I fell farther and farther but did nothing to protect me as i shattered I once loved a boy who made me scared to grow afraid to move on from all he had done. he knew that he did this, made me lose myself, made me second guess myself, made me afraid to be myself. and now I’m just trying to remember how to breath

to the boy I once loved mlg

[mlgpoetry]

i’m still getting used to how my body feels. still trying to understand how all my bumps and bruises got there. why when someone touches my lower back i flinch, as if this is not as foreign as it feels. i’m still trying to recognize myself, because every time i walk past a mirror i can see the marks you left, the way my smile doesn’t consume my eyes how my shoulders sit high, as if the only way to not explode is to be tense to hold everything with as much force as i can. you left me with me with damage that won’t seem to heal and scar tissue that i just can’t seem to get used to

rebuilding myself mlg