Poems from melancholyjuice
Where is my coffee?
Existing––not worth it without a cup of coffee.
The bitter the better and less bitter I will be,
With just one cup of...
It starts in the face
With swollen eyes and puffy lips
And moves onto the throat
With a burning lump that happens when
You’re trying not to...
Thinking too much about space
Bon Iver, Keaton Henson, and Grizzly Bear
Thinking too much about time
And when there’s a mess everywhere
A...
Thank you for making it today, 5:00 A.M
For illuminating my room and my skin with your tender light
And for convincing me that I can still...
When I was seventeen,
I used to keep my weed
In this container meant for chamomile tea.
I think i’ve been eating a lot of spiders in my...