Melanie Melon

Melanie Melon Jul 2014

how am I gonna find feelings and people and make memories
better than the ones I've had

what is and what was the point if not the people I loved
whose stories I don't need to be told because I've lived them
how will I move from reminiscing to explaining to a crowd

how do I keep them?
how do I stop this?

(something I wrote on vacation when I was much sadder than I should have been)

Melanie Melon Jul 2014

I like you a lot

I am sore
and I don't know if the marks on my neck are from you
tiny capillaries burst from a night of intimacy
or from a drunken mistake.

I am tired
a tired that can't be fixed by sleep
but by you kissing my nose and smiling
I'm sorry I made silent promises I couldn't keep.

I wanna be your peach
And I want you to be my plum
but I don't know if you can be my earth
Because I'm no ******* sun.

call me back I'm sorry

Melanie Melon Jun 2014

HER

I feel like I’m shrinking
like when you hug me I become smaller and smaller
until your arms become tightly wrapped around your ribs
and I find myself wading through my own tearstorm

I feel like I’m melting
not in a cutesy crush kind of way that you’d hope
like when you can’t kiss properly because you're smiling too hard
but in a gloopy eyeliner kind of way.

I feel like I’m *****
like my hair will never be untangled
and like I’ll never feel as lovely as I did that night
when you ran your hands through my blonde mess

I feel like I’m falling
falling for you all over again and realizing
that the giddy drunk girl who you kissed two years ago
is ****** up now and she

will never be so innocent,
will never be so whole,
will never be her.

Melanie Melon May 2014

myanmar

I discovered a country new to me today
and it makes me wonder what else i can find within myself
when I just spotted myanmar on the giant map
thats been hanging next to my bed for a year.

Melanie Melon May 2014

Accident Prone

I have a sinking feeling
That our lips smashing together
Was closer to a car crash than romance.

It was beautiful in the moment,
As your heartbeat gave you away,
But the aftermath will be a mess without insurance.

For I don’t have the currency or wit
To pay for my emotional recklessness,
And I fall victim to my own mouth.

i dont know how to feel and mostly i just dont know

Melanie Melon Apr 2014

Whale Heaven

Isnt it strange to think
We are whale’s heaven,

Because this isn’t heaven.

My seventeen year old friend snorting 4 too many pills isn’t heaven,
His mom kicking him out for trying to leave forever isn’t heaven.

It seems strange for heaven to go against gravity,
And that we are up for something else’s down.

I think we have it all backwards and heaven is in the ocean,
Floating in a weightless paradise void of broken people

Because this isn’t heaven.

Melanie Melon Apr 2014

Sunroof

Sometimes when your hanging out of the sunroof during a rain storm on a summer night, and the water is soaking your shirt, and you can almost see the soundwaves of angels and airwaves bouncing off of the carpet car seat until they ooze out of the window
Suddently theres something about the song or the night or the fact that your college town view over a cornfield looks almost like a skyline when your going 55 in a 25 and you have to squint to protect your more than tired eyes from the air rushing into them and whipping your hair into your mouth and you can taste your shampoo
And for a second world becomes beautifully real, for a second you understand.