I know you lied.I had to acceptwhat you didn’t have,the finishing scars, andhold you to your word.I chose myself.-Melissa
Benzos, Bars, and Blues
There’s a beautiful breezeBut the neighbor’s flying highThere’s too much anxietyInside of meI can sense everythingPlease don’t rush meI need you to crush meIn the tightest hugTouch is a drugA necessityI can’t rest and beLike the mess and weMade it this farRacking up scarsRunning on hopes and dreamsHushing the screamsBenzos, […]
I’ll Be Gone Before
Remember my ‘too much’.Acknowledge your ‘too little’.I’ll be gone before you get it right.-Melissa Donley
About the Mobbing
Everyone knows.-MD
If I Am Smiling
Music.Potatoes.A gift.Something cute.The awesome people in my life.Damn, a smile like JTT.Choir Boy blushing.Choir Boy in a t-shirt.Choir Boy in less.That stubble on that serious face.I’m ovulating.Butts.I know.My sisters know.Best of luck to you.Or not.-Melissa Donley
If I Am Not Smiling
It means nothing. Absolutely nothing.It means there are no french fries greasing my fingers.It means I am bored. To death. Literally. Almost.It means I didn’t sleep well without my comfort human.It means test results are concerning.It means you don’t know me and that’s why you can’t read me.It means you […]
You Didn’t Ask
You didn’t ask, butI had hard days too,While checking on you,I requested clarity, andThe crickets kept biting,They gnashed and gnawed into my bedrock,Another scar in the historical records,I crashed and reshaped,I’ll never be the same,I’ll never see you the same,I’ll never see anyone the same.You didn’t ask.You didn’t feel.You didn’t […]
My, I, Nevermind
It was my faultMaybe mostly or moreMy trauma, my trigger, my reactionMy emotions to feelTo resolve and to healMy wiring, my chemistry, my brainI needed to talkTo resolve and to healI needed to talk toI needed to tai needed to talkNevermindThank you for your time-Melissa Donley
Busted Stitch
Unknowingly my neighbor busted a stitch in my vulnerableRaw and mangled it spilled everywhereIt took me too long to realize the seams had always been poorly tacked at bestI scooped it up to ask, but the hurt strangled tightI knocked on the door and rung the bellLeft a note under […]
Wallpaper
The walls were papered and named a garden.No soil. No water. Nothing to till and seed.Arid brittle flakes.The room a stagnant cage.No bed for real to root in.No nutrients to heal the withered.There are no blooms in dead air.This is where I leave you.-Melissa Donley