i curled up next to you
and murmured sweet nothings
into your ear
so you wouldn’t hear the sound
of my fragile heart
breaking

you are the rain in june,
it’s funny how lovely
a nuissance can be.

life threw me lemons
and i took them appreciatively
with good intentions
i saved them and kept them fresh
but when it came time to make lemonade
i found my pitcher cracked
my sugar had all been given away
and everyone was craving apple juice

my stomach is now
a graveyard
you killed all of
the butterflies

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.

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

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

these eyes have seen more
4 am’s than taxi drivers
have seen street signs…
insomnia is my drug and
i’m far too high,
delirious and slightly delusional
go hand and hand
like melatonin and zolpidem.
i’m addicted to
tossing and turning and
blaming all my problems
on lack of sleep

spilled ink
soaks in
slowly and carelessly
stained color
stay inspired

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

do not try
to mend his
broken heart with
your love because you
will end up the broken one

cold medicine and cold feet
half lidded eyes, she’s half asleep
wendy’s waiting for her peter pan
dreaming they’re together in neverland

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

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.

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.

pulling apart this forget-me-not
petal by petal i say
“he loves me, he loves me not”
on the last petal i ask,
“does he love me?” he does not.

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

you smoothed down
my frayed edges
then pulled me apart
from the seams

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

slap my ***
and call me baby
throw me against the wall
and kiss me gently
**** me hard
and tell me that you love me

let’s get high and
pretend everything is
alright

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

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

i always shy away from human contact
wondering why my skin is sensitive to the touch
but then i remember what is easily stolen is not so easily replaced
and for my mind and body that thought is too much

my mouth is a leaky faucet
it just doesn’t know when
to stop running

i should call you dope,
because i could get
addicted to you
and your pain.

i search for myself
in the words that i write
but i get lost
in thoughts
too many words, phrases,
ideas, and concepts.
the plot thickens -
i cannot see over the letters
i search for meaning
and find more questions
in this maze
called poetry

try hard
try harder
sigh
give up
save draft
go back
edit
wait
delete
he’ll never read it anyway.

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.

i may have knocked
on your door with ill intentions,
but yours were much much worse
it seems we were both wolves
dressed as sheep.

wishing i could compile
all the thoughts that have ever crossed my mind
into something tangible
but my disorganized mind
has no time to stop
and correct
or make sense
because the next stream of consciousness comes along
like a full speed train with no conductor
and i’m tied to the tracks
all signs pointing to the fact i put myself there
but don’t forget who gave me the rope
bound my wrists
and left me for dead