#betternow
I love you softly like
I love the delicate wind on a hot summers day,
The refreshing swirl of a breeze in the summer sun.
I love you softly like I love the autumn.
The leaves changing, melting into the trees.
The golden tone, matching the evening sunset.
I love you softly like I love a motorbike ride.
Sitting, my legs on the side.
The wind rushing through my hair.
I love you softly, like a gazing stare.
With a stranger I'm yearning to know more about.
A refreshing drop of rain in a desert draught.
I love you softly, and I need not more.
My heart is still a little sore,
From past loves whose storm riled up inside me, exasperated from the fire.
With pure lust, intent and desire.
It burnt me. And I them. And it was not what I wanted.
Sparks flying, destroying all that was there.
And in my eyes, the hate, the long wait, of wanting something more.
I have been in pain, I have felt the brutality that love can amass.
As I fear it will not last.
Waiting to be destroyed from the inside out.
Screaming inside, wanting to shout.
But here I am, calm as I can be,
Sitting under a tree,
With a breeze with no freeze.
Smiling in the summer sun,
protected by the shade.
Not wanting to fade,
From this dreadful world,
Which has become a little better since I met you.
I love you softly and there's not much more I wish to do.
Mar 4, 2022
Mar 4, 2022 at 6:52 AM UTC
10 years ago you left this earth
10 years ago you died
you quit breathing
and I continued
you no longer smile
laugh
or cry
10 years ago you stopped living
yet I continued
and now
I gained eternal life
a life that was meant for you
and now
in everything I do
I can only think of you
and when I remember that you are dead
sometimes I wish
that I was you
-mel
Mar 31, 2021
Mar 31, 2021 at 3:46 PM UTC
Suicide is a woman
I happen to know
She has fled
With many lovers,
Some people I knew,
And others I didn’t
She plays with my
Hair like guitar strings
She gently runs her
Hand down my face
Most nights with her
Are like a daydream
Whispering sweet nothings
Into the lovely abyss
I call my own mind
But it is not mine
She has me
No
She had me
I am not the same person I was
And I hope I am never him again.
Feb 25, 2020
Feb 25, 2020 at 10:31 AM UTC
The rain falling
Tears shameful in heavens eyes
Silent the lightning
Thunder heaving a bellowed sigh
Thoughts unbeknownst
No others needed to be warned
Tempest definition;
A violent and windy storm
Dec 2, 2019
Dec 2, 2019 at 4:44 PM UTC
I've fallen in love with Self-Deprecation.
I found her teetering the edge
of Self-Destruction
Testing Her limits with every acquaintance.
She lets Her life hang in the doorframe
either land on her feet
or the knot takes Her name
Teasing bad decisions with Svedka soaked sexts.
I've fallen in love with inception.
I left Self in an echo of a room
against cement bricks of incarceration.
Oct 7, 2018
Oct 7, 2018 at 9:19 PM UTC
It's almost been one year since we began talking,
Since we said, "Hello" for the very first time;
And that is okay because we went out and we had a good thing going,
But on December 6th,
we were split up;
We didn't talk for months on end,
No, not until April 20th;
When you finally realized that I was not going anywhere,
And we both realized that we could no longer go on fighting;
Even after we started talking,
I disappeared for a week,
scaring everyone;
When I got back,
the first thing I did was come looking for you
to apologize for everything that happened;
I put the blame on you,
and we didn't really talk again until July 28th;
When I put something about abortion on my Instagram story,
and I tagged you in it;
You were confused on why I did that,
I was freaking out about your reaction;
Once I explained what it was about,
We then had a four-hour conversation;
It started at 10 pm and ended at 2 am,
The longest we ever talked since December 6th;
And from that moment on,
We became better friends;
A friendship that once was something more,
Something that turned out not to be quite right;
Something that turned out not to work out,
Turned out that we just needed to work things out;
Two people who tried to be something great,
Wanted something different;
Would finally realize later on,
That it would be better if they were
new and improved;
Aug 22, 2018
Aug 22, 2018 at 10:59 PM UTC
one night when i was younger
i went to the cabinet
and grabbed what wasnt mine
downed the whole bottle
and swallowed 30 times
laid down on the cold bed frame
left a kiss on my sisters pillow
closed my eyes to sleep
and hoped for no tomorrow
woke up the next evening
not understanding i was still here
no one noticed the day i had missed
no person shed a tear
i continued the next day
as if nothing ever happened
now i continue with a fake happiness
because its a waste of time to be saddened
Oct 4, 2017
Oct 4, 2017 at 11:16 PM UTC