http://slow.writerscafe.org/mollygarnet The original writings of author Molly Garnet en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776028735 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 I didn’t mean to fall in loveIt crept up like smokeI sensed it firstAnd then it swallowed me wholeStinging my eyes and filling mylungsHeavy and warm on my skinOnce it startedI knew there was no way to stopit, or even slow it downAnd I fell so quickly and so.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mollygarnet/1389304/ You don’t know how to love meThat’s okay, because I’m stilltrying to figure that one out as wellYou don’t know what to say when I’mdownYou don’t understand why you don’tmake me happyBut I’m trying to make youunderstand that some.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mollygarnet/1388300/ I fall in love a dozen times adayIt’s been that way as long as Ican rememberI used to fall in love with thelast seven words of a chorusThe graffiti on bathroom wallsJars of sweet teaThe curious laughter in astranger’s eyesI used to fall in loves withthin.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mollygarnet/1385268/ I miss youI love youWhy does it feel like venom slippingdown my throatLike poison coursing through myveinsThere’s something so beautifulAbout being the one who lovesmoreBut it’s far more beautiful on ascreenOr in the pages of a romanticnovel.In t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mollygarnet/1360562/ I fell in love with you aroundfour amWhen I couldn’t stop tossing andturningAnd even in your sleepYou stroked my hair until I couldbreathe again I fell in love with you aroundseven thirtyWhen you pretended to be angryOr maybe you weren’t pretendin.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mollygarnet/1351756/ I used to be haunted by the fearof being averageThe notion of average wasso despicableI’d stay up all night workingendlesslyJust to be more than averageBut it’s hit me recentlyJust how average I amIn every sense of the wordI have this flawless boy in my.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mollygarnet/1336252/ I try to count twenty lovelythings a dayJust to remind my contemptuous selfThat there are indeed twentylovely things in the worldBut one day I met youAnd all of a suddenTwenty lovely things a dayBecame twenty lovely things aminuteAnd whenever I’m with you.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mollygarnet/1334723/ and in those five seconds iwanted to tell him everythingi wanted to tell him thatsometimes i can’t sleepbecause my thoughts are so fastand the voices are so loudthat peace and quiet isn’t anoptioni wanted to tell him thatsometimesi run away from homeju.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mollygarnet/1316344/ One drop of coffee slips down theside of the mug as I take a sipI would say it mirrors my owncheekIf I were crying, that isBut I’m notIt’s nothing more than a singledrop of coffeeThat mug is one of hisHe brought it here one morningand never thought to take.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mollygarnet/1296339/ We’re all scared of the monstersunder the bedWe stay up all nightPraying for just a moment ofpeaceJust a moment of peace so we canfall asleepWe hide under the coversAs if any demon would turn awayBecause a pillow and a few sheetsStand in the waySome of us .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mollygarnet/1277362/ like a house of cardsso carefully designedeach cardevery anglevital as a heartbeatthis is how he built the skythe blanket by which night anddayhave fallen into a love so deepeach dies so the other may live.like a tapestryso prudently woveneach thread.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mollygarnet/1271039/ The boys I’ve kissedI can count on two hands and onefootSometimes I know their namesSometimes I don’tAnd I can’t tell you how manytimesI’ve kissed a boyBecause “he seemed nice”And I owe him somethingFor his alleged chivalryT.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mollygarnet/1268721/ Some washed out bar band played aRolling Stone cover the other nightAnd I could have sworn I heardyour voiceA little too loud and way offpitchI froze and went deaf for amomentAnd your voice was goneIt must have been that fourthwhiskey sourSoaking my judgmentAnd .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mollygarnet/1261473/ you have a flare for mediocrityhe told hershe knew thisshe accepted thisshe wanted thisgood enough was good enoughyou have a flare for mediocrityhe told herand i’m not hopelessly in love with youthis, she also knewshe was not a romanticher starry-eye.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mollygarnet/1253346/ The world’s a darkplace for a girl like mewhere every love is fleetingand every friendship is onthe clockevery passion…every ambition…nothing more than a passingphasethings don’t matter togirls like mebecause it’s all ephemeralrelationships and careersand .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mollygarnet/1247434/   I want to destroy everything gorgeousI want to throw black paint on aPicassoSlam my bloody fingers on a pianoand call it MozartI want to stain the white keys redI want to slur every word EdgarAllan Poe ever wroteI want to tear a Lilly dressapart, thread by.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mollygarnet/1241501/ I needyou to care about meI don’tneed you to drop everything for meOr makea single sacrificeI justneed you to notice when I’m sadAndwhen you notice the smeared makeup,I needyou to ask what’s wrongNowhere’s the tricky partI’llalways answer, nothingAn.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mollygarnet/1241462/ Hours pass and here I amNot beautifulOr lovelyOr fascinating by any measureI like to sit outside aloneFor hoursAnd imagine that all the people passing byAre intrigued by meWhich is preposterousI imagine them thinking the silliest things"How unique. I wonder what deep, meaningful,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mollygarnet/1240457/ and finallyone morningshe woke upand didn’t miss him anymoreand she put cream and sugar in her coffeeinstead of tearsshe went to a bookstore by herselfand read the last chapterof seventy-six novelsshe threw away the cigarettesand poured the red wine down the sinkshe walked to a local caf&eacut.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mollygarnet/1215865/ In a bar in Rome today,I fell in love with an Irish boy.I was drinking Guinnessand he seemed impressedand pulled chairs up for my family.My father offered him a pint,and the boy asked for Guinnessand his brogue caught my heart.My father tried to talk to himabout America and how we were the bestand I.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mollygarnet/1213160/ it’s not fair, he saidand god said, you’re rightit hurts, he saidand god said, I knowgod didn’t remind him of the crosshe didn’t gloat about scripturebecause at that moment,god was not the all knowinghe was a friendand they sat togetherand they cried togetherthen the boy said.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mollygarnet/1198108/ the problem iseven when she takes down her wallno one can break through the stone foundationwithout shattering herso no one tries http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mollygarnet/1195572/ Depression isn’t a constant state of sadnessIt’s not even predictableHe comes out of nowhereIn the middle of the nightFirst thing in the morningHe doesn’t care if I’m having funOr with my friendsOr at the gymHe comes out of nowhereQuick as a stormAnd just as dangerousSwallowi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mollygarnet/1192818/ How dare you brush it off as “usual”As if my life is easyAnd I’m just dramaticAnd everyone faces the same dilemmasBecause it’s far from thatIt runs much deeper than annoying siblingsAnd inadequate parentsDisappointing gradesAnd a failure every once in awhileI could never expl.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mollygarnet/1192805/ I could sit at this coffee shop all nightWatchingListeningReading peopleI like to imagine what their stories areWe all have one, you knowThe girl at the table for two in the back corner sits aloneShe has books and papersBut she's distracted Glancing at the doorAnxiousWaitingW.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mollygarnet/1181578/ It’s always the little things we rememberThe crease next to your eyeYour favorite breakfastThe way you adore your sisterI could list your favorite moviesIn orderAnd why you love themI rememberEven though you only told me once.I know you hate orangeAnd masks scare the hell out of youYou went to.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mollygarnet/1166785/ We used to fight all the timeCurse words and namesYou tore me apartBecause I could never hurt youLike you hurt meI would just listenBarely defending myselfI would do anything just to stop the fightingBut now that it’s goneI would do anything to get it backYou were wretched and critical and cru.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mollygarnet/1122519/ I’ve always been told I trust too muchI’m naïveAnd I’ll be lucky if I live to grow oldI’m a stupid girlReckless and vulnerable and completely genuineI break easily and but heal just as fastI leap from heartbreak to heartbreakAnd never manage to learn my lessonNot even th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mollygarnet/1106822/ I can’t see the stars anymore without seeing your faceYou showed me all the constellationsI’ve forgotten them by nowBut I remember it was you who showed meThey used to be magicalAll sorts of shapes and figures dancing in the skyBut now they’re just clusters of dotsMillions and mill.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mollygarnet/1104297/ Just friendsHow convenientThat's all I wanted as wellI never dreamed of your arms around meNever imagined your touchNever noticed that smile that taunts your lips whenever I say something clever I never wanted to be your one and onlyI never wanted you to fall in love with meBecause I.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mollygarnet/1101388/ Unrequited love is the most beautiful feeling we haveIt completely destroys usWe're unwantedUnlovedAnd no one caresThere is no stronger feelingNo greater betrayalI gave you everythingAnd you don't want anythingExcuses fill your heartThey fill our earsI loved youAnd you never .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mollygarnet/1101360/ I used to paint my toes pinkBack when I wanted yellow hair and freckles and dimplesAnd things glittered when you look at them just rightI wore baseball caps that summerWith braids and wooden necklaces and all sorts of plaidAnd I swore I saw a shooting star every nightI would dance barefoot in cold w.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mollygarnet/1095861/ I’m stuck in that awkward placeBetween desolationAnd optimismI tend to be giddyAnd lovely And all sorts of happy for no reasonAnd people laugh and wonderHow one person can have such a pure soulBut they don’t knowThey don’t know anythingWhat a pretty smileWhat a carefree laughT.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mollygarnet/1095859/ I could stay up all nightAnd whisper nonsense with youWe’ll talk about fame and money and powerAnd all sorts of things we’ll never seeWe’ll talk about our families and our freedomAnd how there are some things worth fighting forThen I’ll mention a songAnd you’ll claim it.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mollygarnet/1090862/ When you love someoneYou fail to seeTheir shortcomings and their failuresTheir weaknesses become their strengthsAnger becomes passionShe hold your fingers in her poisoned handsBut your hands are black tooSo you are blind to her impurityYou follow her smileThe train in her dressYou follow her dimples.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mollygarnet/1090693/ Newtown, CT shooting through the eyes of a student. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mollygarnet/1090142/ A rusty razor on the bedside tableDrops of blood on your handYou don’t have to be strong and ableCause, darling, I am.I’ll pick you up from the ground if I have to,Carry you close to my heartYou fooled the world with that porcelain smileYou really played the part.Now that I know the trut.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mollygarnet/1089903/ So many anchors, never enough ships. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mollygarnet/1089447/ You never really understand life until you watch it disappearYou think you know itYou think you love itBut you don’t reallyUntil you hold the hand of deathUntil you feel those stone fingers shudder in your palmUntil thenYou cannot understand lifeYou cannot know itYou cannot love itYou can only.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mollygarnet/1088909/