Melissa, Oh!

Tag: ex

  • 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…

  • 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…

  • 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…

  • 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…

  • Dirty Laundry

    Sometimes when I concentrate with all I have I can remember the first time you fell asleep with your head in my lap and I thought the little noises your nose and mouth made were sweet. I remember loving the little stuffed animal you brought me even though it came from the gas station where you…

  • Old diaries, new perspective

    I decided very early on that I wanted to be a writer. Elementary school, in fact. I always wanted to be a novelist (and this year, I will be!) but around fifth grade, I decided that might be too difficult to break into the industry and be a bestseller, so instead I would “just” be…

  • A first love

    This is an attempt to capture with words the purity of a first romance … and the ability to reflect on it years later with fondness. A memory It’s 1993, I am 15 years old, and this is no summer romance. No, this one sparks during a snowfall and a power outage, and this one will warm me for…