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  Aug 2015 Mel Little
Justin S Wampler
Short, yet but lovely,
she stood at the height of my chin.
And for her I would
cast my soul into hell and into sin
over and over and over again.

Melanie isn't real,
but her idea is.
and I hate the girl
but her essence
makes me grin.

In doubt and in faith
she persists,
someone to talk to,
someone to miss.
When I'm drunk.

When I'm alone.

When she swims
through the depths
of my skin,
to my bones.
Mel Little Aug 2015
1) when you tell him you love him and he says "thank you"
Says "I know"
Says absolutely nothing
Pretend like the cavity where your heart used to be isn't endlessly throbbing. Pretend like you don't crave the words, pretend like it doesn't hurt, pretend like you're not empty.
2) imagine, remember hearing him say the words back. Imagine, remember the way his lips feel pressed against yours. Imagine, remember the sound of his heart beating against your ear when he says your name. Imagine, remember the smell of him on your skin and clothes
3) when you see his family out in the town you can't leave, say hi. Smile, ask them about themselves. Hug his little sister. After 4 years, 3 months, 9 days (who's counting right) you've earned the right to be civil to them. You've earned the right to be friends with them.
4) after 4 years 3 months and 9 days, when you tell him you love him and he doesn't say anything... don't stop telling him you love him. Even though your heart belongs to him, even though the empty spaces in your chest hurt, tell him you love him again. Because maybe one day, he'll say it back.
This is meant to be spoken word, but I wanted to save it here before I figure out where to perform it.
  Aug 2015 Mel Little
Justin S Wampler
She doesn't love me
when she tells me goodnight,
and I wouldn't have it
any other way.
Mel Little Aug 2015
I inhale poison on a daily basis
The taste never quite dissipates, always reaching for more even when I've had my fill
Expenses are no worry for me, I can make do on little, make do with less
Do more for me
I am needy, I need you
****, do I need you
Now more than ever, inhale, exhale
It's as natural as breathing
This intoxicating *******
What is love but another addiction
Another high amongst the lows

I wonder what is truly worse for me
Cigarettes, or you
  Aug 2015 Mel Little
Justin S Wampler
You've got a painful grip
on reality, with those
sun-burnt palms from
waiting with arms wide open
for someone to come back to you.

The sky unfolds before
your dry eyes
in layers and miles
of deceit and lies,
as the sun becomes the moon,
smiling borrowed light
down upon you.

Ridiculing your commitment.

Mocking your hallucinating mind
with illusions of grandeur,
and false relief,
in the face of the great grief
you hold so closely
to your heart.

I love you like this.

I love you when the curtains are drawn
and the light pours down around you
like an electrical hurricane.

I love you in the morning dawn
waiting for love to ground you,
while soaring through the pain.
Mel Little Jul 2015
I am spending far too much time thinking of her body on yours.
Thinking of the way she'll say your name when she's half asleep.
Thinking of how you'll grab her hips and how she'll bite your lips and...
I'm spending too much time thinking about all that I wasn't prepared to lose.
Thinking of the gamble I didn't take.
Thinking of how I'm a mess and she's undressed and you're...
I am spending far too much time thinking.
Mel Little Jul 2015
My heart is breaking.


               I pretend that I don't care.
I'm having a panic attack right now and I have no one.
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