Poems from melissa.swarthout.50
It was 4 am I was half asleepShe was wide awakeI realizedThat it’s not the grand gesturesNot perfectionThat makes a relationshipIts those...
Perfect is a very hard thing to “be”
You can’t really be perfect
But some are forced to be perceived as such.
I’m not allowed to break...
I’m still here for you
You can see it in the bags under my eyes
In the hollow feeling I have in my stomach
The shake of my hands,...
There’s a girl that I know.
she’s beautiful
sweet
kind
funny
infuriating
lovely
nauseating
sarcastic
assholish
soft
intelligent
.She is...
Turn it upThe bleeding in your ears couldn’t be worse than the bleeding in your heartDrown them out Drown the shit outYou control the...