my mum told me
not to give advice if i
couldn’t take it myself.
she didn’t get the irony.

do you know
you left bruises
in your wake?
not just on my skin
but on my heart as well.
placing my fingers over
the purple-blue marks,
i press down
to relive how it felt
to have your hands on me
holding me so tight.
it’s not the same
because bruises fade away
long before
the feelings do.

honestly it has gotten to the point where
if you pushed me
to the edge of the cliff i would
jump just to spite you

even roses have thorns,
the beauty is in the irony.

you showed up in my life
uninvited
i wanted you then
and you knew it too
but i couldn’t have you
so i let go
only for you to show up again
uninvited
this time you wanted me
and i fell for you harder than ever
because i still couldn’t have you
i can never have you
but you just keep showing up
uninvited
and now, i need you.

the world is so
small
until it’s
you
i want to run into…

insert clever metaphor
and then shake your head
put it in a book
placed beside your bed
proceed to forget
when a better one comes instead

let’s get high and
pretend everything is
alright

only when i laugh do i realize i’ve been dragging my heart on the ground

if tomorrow starts without me
leave me be
the present is a nightmare
my future is but a dream.

thunder &
lightning &
rain, oh my.

I lost the keys
to the world I knew
and I felt scared because
I could never return
but then I took comfort
simply in knowing
someone else had found them
and they felt home again.

daydream like you’re going
to live forever,
live like you’re going
to die tomorrow.

if karma’s a ***** then love must be a ******* *****.

spilled ink
soaks in
slowly and carelessly
stained color
stay inspired

every person is a tree,
a community the forest.
striving to grow,
but trying to hold on to their roots.

you never really cared about me,
i was there for show.
you looked at your trophy daughter
like “oh i’m such a good father”
i’m just sorry that it
took me so long
to catch on to what
was your plan all along
to use me and leave me
well you got your wish dad
now you’re gone

when i see you
i see trees
because of all the paper
you’ve caused to be wasted
when i hear your voice
i hear the scratching of a pen
and i think of all the ink
that’s been spilled in your honor
when i think of you
i think of a ******* bin
full of notebooks
with all the poems
you’ll never read
about the first time i saw you
and i tried to capture your face on paper
about the first time i heard your voice
and i wasted ink trying to describe it
about how i think of you
and i still fill up notebooks
with poems you’ll never read.

poetry is far too beautiful
to contain all the sadness
i hold in my heart

the truth lies within
the lies you tell
your eyes do not
match your words
i see ice
through your fire
and i know, my dear
that underneath
that calm exterior
is a scared child
spinning webs
and hoping for the best
you’re in too deep
but i know, my dear
i know

in circles we go
like clockwork
i fall for you
but you’re so far above me
so i move on
you wait for me
to fall again
and i always do,
expecting you to catch me
but you leave
and wait
for me to catch up again
like clockwork
we go in circles

The words don’t flow as freely from me these days.
I stare out the opened window, the sun burns my eyes, and I wonder if Seattle and I are suffering from the same drought.

your insecurities have
made you careless,
wreckless even.
you’re searching
for something
that’ll make you feel
better about yourself
but what you have found
has actually made you
lose yourself
I don’t see
what i saw in you anymore
because it’s lost
so i think i must go as well
because i can’t stay and watch
while you continue to disappear

roses are red
violets are blue
do i really have to
write a poem for you
to realize that
i want to *******

let’s fall in love in this lonesome city
i know you’re afraid of heights
but i’ll hold your hand all the way to the top
let’s fall in love down by the ocean
i’m afraid of being under water
so hold my hand all the way to the bottom

always wanting
never needing
always hoping
never sleeping
always dreaming
never winning
always wondering
never knowing

i wish the rain would wash me away
to a place unknown
and drown my sorrows like the sidewalks
into the drains i would go
watering down the lines of reality
until the sun came out again
there’d be nothing of me remaining
only the memory of water

i live my life in a glass case
only remembering when people get close enough to see
the cracks they inadvertently make while trying to get to know me
the glue isn’t holding together like i’d hoped…
it’s going to break soon - my protective wall
what use to save me now might hurt me,
lying shattered at my feet
they always saw through me anyways.

i would compare love to paper cuts
as it always seems to be the little things that hurt the most

subconsciously you’re always there, bleeding into my words
like you’re entitled to those as well… it’s as if the grip on my heart
was not enough for you,
so you grasped onto my brain
and made my thoughts your own.

my name is melody
and i’d like to be stuck in your head
like a tune you’ve heard
and don’t want to forget