Baby Michelle Was Melodramatic

It’s Poetry Tuesday (one day late due to a scheduling error)! 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. Home There is only one word that can…

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. Depression  (Unfinished) Someone save me from this hell Bring light to me in this dark cell…

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

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. Deep Down He didn’t mean it Defenses rise Out fly lies Why do I do this?…

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. Darkness Darkness, It’s pressing in Suffocating Devastating It surrounds me as I fall Down Down to…

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…