Melissa, Oh!

Tag: ex

  • “When someone shows you who they are, believe them the first time.”

    I had a dream last night that I saw an old boyfriend from high school/college. He was still driving the beat-up 1970s VW that he had for a little while when we dated. Even in my dream, I was amazed that thing was still running. I have no idea where we were – but the…

  • An exboyfriend, some fake boobs and a stalker

    There was something about Jason* that caught my eye the moment I saw him. I was working as the receptionist at the Jeep dealership, and he was a Jeep owner. And when Jason’s ice-blue eyes looked into mine and he told me he was bartending at a restaurant in Fort Mill and that I should come…

  • Seeing him after 10 years

    Was cleaning out my drafts folder and found this post, written in November but never published. I need to get on the ball! Here it is, just imagine it’s right around Thanksgiving that you are reading this … It’s impossible to describe what exactly was going through my head as I opened the door to…

  • Why exes can’t be friends

    You may have noticed the links to poetryassignment.com at the bottom of many of my poems lately. If you haven’t checked out the site yet, you really should! Still in the beginning stages but we have so many great poets on there already. Not a great poet? It’s ok – come anyway! It’s amazing what…

  • Why exes can’t be friends

    You may have noticed the links to poetryassignment.com at the bottom of many of my poems lately. If you haven’t checked out the site yet, you really should! Still in the beginning stages but we have so many great poets on there already. Not a great poet? It’s ok – come anyway! It’s amazing what…

  • One by one

    The crinkled pages crumple under my fingers as I ball them up, one by one, and wish I had a match to make them unreadable. Fiercely I rip them, but not fast enough And I am here with a page of a first kiss to remind me. I cry and push the tears away and I’m angry that…

  • I cooked for him so he could cheat on me

    A memory It is 1995, and it’s picture day. The senior-year me has just been officially captured by camera, and I walk down the steps of the school auditorium, happy to be out of class and wondering how my photo looks. Sitting in one of the auditorium seats is Brian. I have been friends with…

  • I took a tumble for you, dear

    Stairs are no object in this twisted game as heel slips off concrete Let’s call it an accident Dog leash wraps around ankles and calves Canines out of harm’s way and you are, too. It’s not my fault – I was tied up, don’t you see? If I tumble we all fall down. Hollow threats but…

  • Strip-poker summer

    In honor of Nanowrimo, (or perhaps to keep myself from cheating and using old material) I am publishing some short stories I wrote in college. Let me repeat: I wrote in college. Apologies in advance. I still remember the first time I ever pondered the concept of a one night stand.  April called to tell…

  • Strip-poker summer

    In honor of Nanowrimo, (or perhaps to keep myself from cheating and using old material) I am publishing some short stories I wrote in college. Let me repeat: I wrote in college. Apologies in advance. I still remember the first time I ever pondered the concept of a one night stand.  April called to tell…

  • Swindler of time

    “Is it too soon?” he asked, and the look on his face was genuine but about 5 minutes too late. “Too soon for what?” she retorted, and she rolled her eyes. “Too soon for you to break my heart? Yes, I suppose it is.” “Then I’ll be back,” he promised.

  • Swindler of time

    “Is it too soon?” he asked, and the look on his face was genuine but about 5 minutes too late. “Too soon for what?” she retorted, and she rolled her eyes. “Too soon for you to break my heart? Yes, I suppose it is.” “Then I’ll be back,” he promised.

  • Day One without you

    Even Italian coffee doesn’t warm this heart today because I drink it alone He is in the next room but he is not you He is a tea-drinker, may not be a perfect fit but I refuse to let myself think of coffee mugs yours and mine, together on shelf in our new home or the smell…

  • Why she didn’t get out of bed this morning

    And what was the point, really, of waking up in the mornings She thought as she lay quietly without him Thinking about trust and promises and his words burning in her brain About how it was her – only her, always her His lies touch her soul as he begs her To never regret never…

  • In 5 years (or more) I will not know you

    You will merely be a distant memory during a bleak time a mistake of the heart, a trick of the mind someone whose job was to tempt fate and twist me around and around until my soul fell down. In 5 years or more I will not remember the pain the heart knows how to build…

  • In 5 years (or more) I will not know you

    You will merely be a distant memory during a bleak time a mistake of the heart, a trick of the mind someone whose job was to tempt fate and twist me around and around until my soul fell down. In 5 years or more I will not remember the pain the heart knows how to build…

  • How she knows he still loves her

    Sunrise walks across sleeping Children in their 20s still drunk On love and from the night before As he lays quietly feeling her Breathing steady back to him Snuggled she sleeps finally But only when he is there. In daylight she chases dreams He always said he wanted But he runs from her now Says…

  • I hate change.

    When I was a sophomore in high school I had it all. Great friends that I had grown up in the town I’d lived in since I was 3, a great social life that included hanging out with BFF Amy literally every day, and great times in the neighborhood with more friends and family. Then…

  • I hate change.

    When I was a sophomore in high school I had it all. Great friends that I had grown up in the town I’d lived in since I was 3, a great social life that included hanging out with BFF Amy literally every day, and great times in the neighborhood with more friends and family. Then…

  • This ain’t no Ferris Wheel

    Come sit with me on our bed, my friend As close to me as you can get lest you fall off the edge Hold on tight, honey This ride isn’t for the faint of Heart loses but that’s not important We are only a fantasy; isn’t that right? You never expected truth. I called you…

  • This ain’t no Ferris Wheel

    Come sit with me on our bed, my friend As close to me as you can get lest you fall off the edge Hold on tight, honey This ride isn’t for the faint of Heart loses but that’s not important We are only a fantasy; isn’t that right? You never expected truth. I called you…

  • Update on opposite sex drama

    As I wrote about yesterday, having friends of the opposite sex can sometimes lead to a bunch of silly drama. B called me yesterday morning to apologize again for the way M had treated me the night before. He said some other events had her really stressed out: * He had just gotten a new…

  • Update on opposite sex drama

    As I wrote about yesterday, having friends of the opposite sex can sometimes lead to a bunch of silly drama. B called me yesterday morning to apologize again for the way M had treated me the night before. He said some other events had her really stressed out: * He had just gotten a new…

  • When friends of the opposite sex get complicated

    Earlier I wrote about how I have male friendships. I have a lot of male friends. In fact, I would say that I spend more time with my male friends than my female friends on a regular basis. I have very affectionate relationships with a few of my closest male friends. Huge hugs when I haven’t…