It’s time for some poetry! We are going to go back through all my old notebooks and look at the god-awful poetry I wrote when I was an angsty teen and then you will get present day Michelle’s re-interpretation/headdesk horror-filled embarrassment. Ice You stare ahead looking bored Your face smooth Devoid of any emotion besides…
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Baby Michelle Was Melodramatic
It’s Poetry Tuesday! We are going to go back through all my old notebooks and look at the god-awful poetry I wrote when I was an angsty teen and then you will get present day Michelle’s re-interpretation/headdesk horror-filled embarrassment. Hollow The earth has opened up Sucking me in deep Blackness surrounds My life is lost…
Baby Michelle Was Melodramatic
It’s Poetry Tuesday! We are going to go back through all my old notebooks and look at the god-awful poetry I wrote when I was an angsty teen and then you will get present day Michelle’s re-interpretation/headdesk horror-filled embarrassment. Heartbreak It’s all in my head The signs that I read You weren’t looking at me…
Baby Michelle Was Melodramatic
It’s Poetry Tuesday! We are going to go back through all my old notebooks and look at the god-awful poetry I wrote when I was an angsty teen and then you will get present day Michelle’s re-interpretation/headdesk horror-filled embarrassment. Trigger Warning: Child abuse, [canon typical] violence….but at least it’s not suicide? Hatred Fireworks of color…
Baby Michelle Was Melodramatic
It’s Poetry Tuesday! We are going to go back through all my old notebooks and look at the god-awful poetry I wrote when I was an angsty teen and then you will get present day Michelle’s re-interpretation/headdesk horror-filled embarrassment. Trigger warning AGAIN: discussion of suicide Guardian If I close my eyes this will all go…
Baby Michelle Was Melodramatic
It’s Poetry Tuesday! We are going to go back through all my old notebooks and look at the god-awful poetry I wrote when I was an angsty teen and then you will get present day Michelle’s re-interpretation/headdesk horror-filled embarrassment. Trigger warning for teenage glorifying of suicide. If you are feeling suicidal please go here Flying…
Baby Michelle Was Melodramatic
Trigger Warning for cutting and suicide. Fives Secrets lurk behind my eyes But you can’t see past my lies You’re my best friend But you can’t see when I pretend You think I love big shirts It’s really to hide all my hurts From both my mother and I You don’t know I cut when…
Baby Michelle was Melodramatic
Finding You Screams of poison terror Rip my heart asunder I’m groping around in the darkness But I can’t find you The insidious drops of water Falling all about me Sound to me of tears Scorching down your face Tearing and scrambling I try to get to you Hard stone and cold truth stop me…
Baby Michelle was Melodramatic
It’s Poetry Tuesday! We are going to go back through all my old notebooks and look at the god-awful poetry I wrote when I was an angsty teen and then you will get present day Michelle’s re-interpretation/headdesk horror-filled embarrassment. Dream Girl With unfocused eyes she stares at her paper, As people talk, about do her…
Baby Michelle was Melodramatic
NSFW! NSFW! EROTIC POETRY AHEAD FOLLOWED UP BY EXTREME EMBARRASSMENT It’s Poetry Tuesday! We are going to go back through all my old notebooks and look at the god-awful poetry I wrote when I was an angsty teen and then you will get present day Michelle’s re-interpretation/headdesk horror-filled embarrassment. D2D I watch you Speaking to us…
Baby Michelle was a Melodramatic Romantic
It’s Poetry Tuesday! We are going to go back through all my old notebooks and look at the god-awful poetry I wrote when I was an angsty teen and then you will get present day Michelle’s re-interpretation/headdesk horror-filled embarrassment. Colors Fluttering eyelashes over green eyes Tickle my palm like butterflies in flight Unable to know…
Baby Michelle was Melodramatic
Welcome to the new Tuesday installment! It’s Poetry Tuesday! We are going to go back through all my old notebooks and look at the god-awful poetry I wrote when I was an angsty teen and then you will get present day Michelle’s re-interpretation/headdesk horror-filled embarrassment. Caress Your voice slides over my skin A silk caress…
Little Gentian 