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 2d Mélissa
RED
Why?
 2d Mélissa
RED
I was raised as a mother,
Never as the daughter.
A burden they carried,
Never the healer.

I was the giver,
Never the receiver—
And for one single mistake,
I became the villain.
i don't think about you anymore.
except when i become
my own lowest point.
you cross my mind then.
briefly,
grazing the edges
of my reality,
impersonating a friend.

but i don't need you anymore.
so, every time you knock,
trying to sell,
wearing your shiny labels
like a badge,
i'll shut the door in your face
and let the night take you back
to the abyss you crawled out from,
veiled in shame.
this one is about a low point in my sobriety journey.
 Sep 7 Mélissa
mysterie
there's this need --
in my heart..
wait.
no.
it's my soul.

my soul is the one
that has this
need..
it's oh so strong
and keeps returning.

there's this
deep ache
and craving
for the physical touch
in a way
i don't get everyday.

my soul
craves
to hold someone
in a way
thats indescribable.

my soul
craves
to be held
by someone
in a way
that makes me heal
from inside out.

it's not even
manageable anymore.

it's taking over me,
the feeling washes over
in red and blue --
craving more
and more
each time.
date wrote: 7/9
it gets so bad i can't even sleep
 Sep 7 Mélissa
badwords
A light is on me
Radiant solitude
Illuminates me
I stand in absence
Of my shadow

Whole but
Incomplete
I exist, solid
Tactile reality
And longing

A part of me
Is missing
I can’t touch it
But, I feel its
Vacancy

I am incomplete

And still—
I dream in outlines
Of your touch,
A warmth I’ve never
Held, yet carry
Everywhere.

Across the distance
You are both presence
And ache, and
A pulse inside desire,
A voice in my silence.

I miss you—
Perfect stranger,
As if the missing
Was always you,
And I have only now
Learned its name
Nothing to see here
 Aug 17 Mélissa
mysterie
float
 Aug 17 Mélissa
mysterie
dreams,
let them float
to you.

don't try
to make them
into something
you wish
to dream about.

just let
the universe
decide.
date wrote: 17/8
little thing i wrote
 Aug 17 Mélissa
CantSeeMe
I sit here on the floor
waiting by the door

for night to sleep
then I will speak

about
midnight rain
waiting for its train
about monsters so small
for humans to tame
goodnight
We wake at first light
Naked in our bed of dreams
Scent of wild Orchids
 Aug 17 Mélissa
Pho
The moon leaves the night
to find the sun,
the sun leaves the day
to find the moon
and I stand in the shadow
they pass between them.
I see a light—
small,
but burning bright.

I’m finding the way.
This is no longer a well,
it’s a tunnel.

And stumbling forward,
I’m finding
the exit.
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