Melanie Martinez Short Stories

Bittersweet Tragedy

(TW: RAPE, INFIDELITY, AND ABUSE)

(listen to le music while reading)

im done with your bittersweet, bittersweet tragedy its no fun when you're sitting all alone you're right in front of me

i do this every day now, it gets tiring and boring. i wake up from bed next to my dear husband, i give him a kiss on his cheek, i make him breakfast and when he finishes eating. he hurls the plate at me and screams at me to make more, i do it anyway. i love him. he's my prince charming.

sweet boy straight out the movie screen

he prepares for work. oh how i desperately want to work, i want to be a poet and earn money from people who love my poems. i guess i could do that at home too. but when i asked my dear husband he said all i was good for is cooking and cleaning. so i guess that's what ill do till death do us part.

candy hearts and chocolate dreams

im at home, scrubbing the dirt off the floor, its where my husband threw his food, i was a bit angry when he did that but i couldn't say i was angry to his face. i didn't want him to rape me again.

i met my price upon a popcorn bowl 

he's home, when he comes through the door and i greet him, he doesn't even look at me. i just thought that he had a long day at work and was tired to speak, that's what he's like every day anyway. 

he held my heart and let it go

i serve him his dinner, i sit across from him. he's eating pasta, im eating an apple. im not allowed to eat anything besides fruit, but im okay with that. my prince charming knows best.

ice cream upon a summers day

he asked me to have sex with him, the first thing he said to me since he came back from work. apparently, he's horny. i say yes. if i said no he would surely throw something at me. we go to the bedroom. he takes of my clothes, not slow, fast. he throws me on the bed like im nothing but a sex toy. he doesn't even say im beautiful he just looked at my naked body and grunted. he took of his trousers, then his boxers and inserts himself in me without warning. i cry out but he still keeps going back and forth im begging him to stop, he doesn't even ask if im okay. he's enjoying himself while im not having a good time. i want to push him off me but he would kill me. so i chose to stay silent. keep my discomfort to myself. i would never want to upset my prince charming.

beginning sweetness never stays

he's finished, he cleans up and leaves the room, no not just the room, he leaves the house and drives off to god knows where in his car. i start crying.

you speak sour lemonade to me

i cry some more

the bitter taste won't let me be

i cry my eyes out

one kiss was supposed to be so sweet

is he- cheating on me? finding another girl to fuck? he came home with a girl 2 days ago but i thought nothing of it. it was suspicious when he locked his bedroom door with her in the bedroom. i think i know the truth now.

but i found grapefruit in your teeth

i don't want to be with my dear, sweet prince charming anymore.

old gum is all you'll ever be to me i spit you out and brush my teeth

im done with his bittersweet tragedy. im leaving him.

enough of your bittersweet, your sugar rots my teeth clogs up my arteries your bittersweet shit is a tragedy

i pack my things and leave. and i don't look back. 

i guess i held on for too long