Poems from Melissa Courtnee
I waited for you
All afternoon - by the phone
you never did show
If you're not perfect
You are very close to it
But I know you're not
A man leaves his house at 11 pm
he and his wife fight about everything
she's leaving him
it's frustrating
he hasn't had anything to drink...
When I was in the eighth grade this boy liked me
I didn't like him
I liked the attention
I was coming out of my depression
and he was the...
Who Am I?
A writer
I like to write my feelings on the page because
the page has become my most trustworthy friend.
I pick up an empty...