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Oct 2015 · 887
Past
Melinda Oct 2015
yesterday, we met again.

you looked slightly different. your beard has grown, and your hair has turned slightly grey.
i told you how good you looked but you didn't believe me.
you told me how much i've also changed since we last saw each other.
i told you that i wanted to try something new, but not that it was my insecurities that made me change myself.

i told you how much i miss your stories and that i still have our book with your notes written in it.
you told me that you don't miss my obnoxious personality and my pretentious opinions.
we laughed and talked about our short time.

you made a comment about the things that could never be.
i laughed and asked you how she's doing.
i listened to you talk about your girlfriend, who is now your fiancee.
i would like to say i was prepared for it, but i can never get used to the way you speak about her.

i know you love her more than anything. i know i never meant anything to you. and even if i did, we just weren't meant to be. but knowing these things doesn't make them hurt less, even after all these years.
Feb 2015 · 626
Death
Melinda Feb 2015
when it comes to death, they'll scream and run and fight till the end
then i wonder
what do they have left worth fighting for?
isn't it better to be a soul without a body rather than a body without a soul?
i'm way more afraid of growing old.
Sep 2014 · 2.0k
Monster
Melinda Sep 2014
what if the person that gave birth to me
the one that was supposed to love and accept me
used to be the monster i was afraid of at night
the one that told me i was worthless all the time
what if the person that gifted me with my life
*is actually the person that made me want to die
Sep 2014 · 2.6k
Broken
Melinda Sep 2014
we seek the broken ones
because we think it's us that can fix them
Sep 2014 · 1.3k
Mess
Melinda Sep 2014
he destroys himself to feel something
he tries to repress his thoughts but they keep coming back
he doesn't seem to care 'cause the drugs,
they keep him high in the clouds
the alcohol seems to light his insides up
he's slowly killing himself in order to survive
all he ever wanted is to stay alive
he thinks he isn't worthy of any good because he ****** up too many times
he thinks he's just a mess
but he's more than that
*he is all i need in my life
Sep 2014 · 1000
The Numb Youth
Melinda Sep 2014
adrenaline rush
drugs that keep us high in the clouds
cigarettes that light up our lungs
alcohol that burns us from the inside
we harm ourselves to feel something
we **** ourselves to feel alive
because once you've felt numb inside
there's no turning back
and you'll fear every living day that it will come back
and when it does
it will crush you
it will tear you apart
that's why we are the wreckless, we are the wild ones
we are the youth that fears nothing more than the nothing that'll make us the repressed ones
i kind of got inspired by my favorite song called youth by my all time favorite band called daughter! their music makes me feel something. and, like i said, there's nothing worse than not feeling anything.
Sep 2014 · 572
When Grey Left
Melinda Sep 2014
when you left me it felt like you ripped a part of my damaged chest
you left me and i felt like i betrayed myself
betrayed us both with all those beautiful words we said to each other back then
i was infinite that night and i didn't fear the future that i knew would hit me the next day
we were made to comfort each other
but we only seemed to hurt one another
and i realised
believe me, i knew from the beginning that it was wrong, our connection wasn't right but i still don't want to understand how something that felt so good for a while could turn so unbelievably wrong
and i never loved you, not at all
it was just a sweet, childish crush
i just loved how someone finally understood me and how that made me feel
it made me feel less alone
like i found a long lost part of my soul and i was finally able to fly again
but when you told me
when you said
,,we can't do this anymore''
you made me feel worthless all over again
and i know if you'd read this you'd ask
why i still keep seeing things all black and white
and i know you'd say i'm not a poet
because you're just being ******* honest
that night you told me things i'll never forget
so i will answer you once again
you were my grey in those very little moments we were allowed to share with each other
Sep 2014 · 1.2k
Rescue
Melinda Sep 2014
Enlighten me
Come rescue me from the dark path
Let's collide our souls with ice cold, burning fire
Let's escape truth and reality
Escape these thoughts and images
Feel alive again
Come to my rescue and I'll be yours forever
And we'll run away together, I promise
We all need somebody that rescues us
Sep 2014 · 462
Writer's Block
Melinda Sep 2014
i try too much
i fall too hard
words rush trough my head
they slowly **** me
they make my head ache
my hands start to shake and my fingers start to knock
my body gets cold while i sweat
but when i try to write it down
write all those words down
i stop because i can't
i can't i can't i can't

why can't i write
why do the words start to blurr in front of my eyes
why do i keep forgetting
it all seemed so easy in my mind
nothing makes sense anymore
it feels like amnesia
i try to break free
but i can't..
**because my entire life is a never ending writer's block
Sep 2014 · 7.6k
Broken Promises
Melinda Sep 2014
I'm starting to understand why people make promises
Promises they won't be able to keep
Promises they'll break
They want to keep us safe
Aug 2014 · 779
Promises
Melinda Aug 2014
If I promise you a kiss,
will you promise me safety?
If I allow you a touch,
will you tell me the truth?
If I let you take me somewhere else,
will you please not leave me?

Because it's never just a kiss or a touch, it's always a risk.
It's a strange reminder of childhood nightmares
But I'm willing to do it if you promise me one thing
Please don't use me.

Don't worry, you say, but then you promise I won't have to see you again
Be free, loose control, how often do you get a chance like this?
We are alone under the endless stars in a beautiful forest you say
This is our chance for a perfect night

Don't you get that this is what I am afraid of?

— The End —