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Ongoing, First published Aug 10, 2020
I'm bleeding....
It's strange!
I wasn't cut with a knife,
I wasn't shot with a gun,
I wasn't hit by a car,
I didn't fall off the stairs,
Yet I'm bleeding!

Why do I keep searching for answers to mysteries that never exists?
Why do I always feel like an ill- fitting fabric?
Overloud thoughts creeps into my head and drives me in a state of discombobulation,
I wish I could hold a fistfight with my dilemma,
This situation is far beyond dodgy,
I just want to flee!
Then again how's it possible for me to run away leaving behind my mind? 

There's something murky about some people I see,
Is this my intuition?
Is it a misconception?
I try so hard as not to be twee because when I'm simple I become available to be broken,
Then again I can't help but be twee and eventually I get disappointed.

I'm bleeding but no one can see,
I'm in pain apparently only I can feel,
A joy I had the world has killed,
Step by step I hope I'd heal,
A lot of lies people tell about me I wish their lips would seal,
I totally feel like an invincible deal.
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MELANCHOLY | Melancholy drips from my fingertips. SOON TO BE A PUBLISHED PAPERBACK. COMING 2025! This melancholy drips from my fingertips so slowly, you begin to forget I even exist. All of me, the hard parts of flesh you could never seem to love, drips down the drain. I am waiting for the day for your fingers to unscrew the pipes, dig through debris and mess, scrape your heart against the rust, just to find me, so we can go through it all over again. Here, in the pages I find myself, in the ink that writes against my flesh, I will whisper the sadness, the heartache, and the decaying for all of the unspoken. Perhaps under this layer of melancholy, the girl I once knew still exists.    First poetry collection in the series. Original poems based off real life experiences. #12 in poetry. Cover template made by @KaleidoGraphix on Canva. 𝑴𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒉𝒐𝒍𝒚 copyright © May Garner. 2017. All Rights Reserved.