Poems from Mely
Do you remember the way I looked standing in your living room in my lace Victoria’s Secret underwear, or the way my rose buds shaped after...
Loneliness, I guess, is what kills me.
I’m addicted to attention.
I don’t know why, really.
I have a way with choosing parasites to fill...
I Am… Marlboro Light
I’ve always hated the way her blood red lips stained the pure white jacket of a Marlboro Light.
I always feared the...