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Melody Goodner Jun 2014
thunder &
lightning &
rain, oh my.
Melody Goodner Jun 2014
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.
Melody Goodner Aug 2014
you try so hard
to be gentle
but we both know
all your kisses
leave scars
Melody Goodner Jun 2014
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.
Melody Goodner Jun 2014
my throat swells like the ocean
tides of tears and salty sea spray
with the pressure of waves
my eyes well until filled to the brink
they leak streams of sadness
cascading down my face
Melody Goodner Jun 2014
i like to eat my thoughts
filling my stomach so it’s full with words
until it talks and says the stuff i will not
sugar coating my feelings to make them easy to digest
but the sweetness goes away leaving a bad taste and regret
Melody Goodner Jun 2014
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
Melody Goodner Jun 2014
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
Melody Goodner Jun 2014
drink it down
another laced crown
woven around your head
eyelids heavy as lead
body feather light
floating above the night
things are blurring
words are slurring
little dress alluring
no regrets
at least not yet
fading in and out
lip gloss pout
inhibitions like heels; long gone
partying until dawn
Melody Goodner Jun 2014
you are the rain in june,
it’s funny how lovely
a nuissance can be.
Melody Goodner Jun 2014
roses are red
violets are blue
do i really have to
write a poem for you
to realize that
i want to *******
Melody Goodner Jun 2014
i would compare love to paper cuts
as it always seems to be the little things that hurt the most
Melody Goodner Jun 2014
if tomorrow starts without me
leave me be
the present is a nightmare
my future is but a dream.
Melody Goodner Jun 2014
i am a wilted rose.
once beautiful and blossoming,
life was fragrant.
worn by the days past,
my petals float away.
Melody Goodner Jun 2014
on the corner of bell
i questioned who i was
in comparison to this big city
i’m an ant on the bus
trying not to get squished
i stood next to the space needle
and it felt infinite while i was momentary
i was lost like a penny
that rolled into the streets
worthless and forgotten
seattle’s a drain
and i’m going down
drowning
Melody Goodner Sep 2014
do not try
to mend his
broken heart with
your love because you
will end up the broken one
Melody Goodner Jun 2014
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
Melody Goodner Jun 2014
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.
Melody Goodner Jun 2014
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
Melody Goodner Jun 2014
if karma’s a ***** then love must be a ******* *****.
Melody Goodner Jun 2014
my freckles fall in constellations
like stars sprinkled across my face
they dot every inch of my skin
like marks on a map
trace them tenderly
from my arms to my tummy
making patterns i can feel
your final destination will be my heart
Melody Goodner Sep 2014
my stomach is now
a graveyard
you killed all of
the butterflies
Melody Goodner Jul 2014
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
Melody Goodner Jun 2014
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
Melody Goodner Jun 2014
my mouth is a leaky faucet
it just doesn’t know when
to stop running
Melody Goodner Jun 2014
i should call you dope,
because i could get
addicted to you
and your pain.
Melody Goodner Jun 2014
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
x
Melody Goodner Jun 2014
x
try hard
try harder
sigh
give up
save draft
go back
edit
wait
delete
he’ll never read it anyway.
you
Melody Goodner Jun 2014
you
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.
Melody Goodner Aug 2014
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.
Melody Goodner Jun 2014
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

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