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I've grown to hate the warmth of foreign bodies
Their greedy lungs and sweaty pores
To feel love when they draw me close
To curse my broken bones

-Melanie Munoz
#BeKrule
I felt the rush in my stomach  
My heart full and empty of oxygen
My lungs pounding
I felt it flow right out of me
Oozing like white ****
Burning like whisky on fresh cuts
I feel it flow right out of me

-Melanie Munoz
I’m sorry I can’t give you the love you deserve
I don't care at all, yet I still care too much
Do you think you'd still love me beneath all this stuff?

-Melanie Munoz
In a loud bar, surrounded by creeps
They spoke and were honest
Our minds were complete

-Melanie Munoz
Writing is a release.
The wet grass and thick trees forgotten completely.
These old trains,
Their rust beds,
This rotten graffiti.
I heat up.
I cool down.
You'll never complete me.

-Melanie Munoz
Stale smoke and spray paint.
Melanie Munoz Mar 31
My body laid bare and forgotten
My stomach still pulsed like before
I know I can't fix what was broken
My love, I will suffer no more.

-Melanie Munoz
Melanie Munoz Mar 25
My eyes flicker like light bulbs
Colors bounce off my retina and into the cold depths of my stomach
Sound waves twist and pulse like my guts
Straining and thrusting inside me
I plucked the stars one by one
And hid them in my bathtub
The steam from the hot water filled my lungs like sweat heavy smoke
My skin glows bright red and melts off my bones
Oozing down the drain
To find a new place to drown
6 feet beneath this moon

-Melanie Munoz
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