𑣲melody

she 𓂃۶ৎ ⋮ 5teen pieces of a melody

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fragments of my heart 𓂃 an intro

welcome to melly's berry sweet girl blog ノ online diary ༉‧₊˚.

my name is melody 𓏲ּ𝄢 she ◞ her ﹒ 5teen ﹒cancer ﹒isfp ﹒bi ﹒🇵🇭🇺🇸

hobbies :: ballet , journaling , writing poetry , pilates , baking , curating playlists , girlblogging , watching films , watching anime , gaming 🩷

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films :: the parent trap , matilda , mamma mia , picnic at hanging rock , priscilla , i believe in unicorns , black swan , pearl , the vįrgin suıcides , sharing the secret , lølįta

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music :: tchaikovsky , lana del rey , mitski , lizzy mcalpine , phoebe bridgers , mazzy star , radiohead , deftones , nirvana , paramore , the smiths , arctic monkeys , cigarettes after şex , the neighbourhood , the 1975 , tv girl , beabadoobee , laufey , clairo , the marías , olivia rodrigo , sabrina carpenter , ariana grande , newjeans , illit , hearts2hearts , ive , red velvet , twice , fromis_9 , stayc , tommy febuary6 , perfume 🩷 ┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈ DNI :: içe , trúmp & magá supporters , racişts , homophøbes , ziønistş , názıs ,misøgynistiç men , anti feminist men and women , prø lifers .

[quietrefrains]

why ? 𓂃 a poem

every time you tell me i’m perfect,

i wonder

why?

every time you tell me you love me

i wonder

why?

every time you stay, every time you wait,

every time you try to make me smile,

i keep looking for the part i must have missed.

because i don’t know what you’re seeing.

i don’t call enough.

i don’t know how to comfort you when you’re hurting.

i don’t remember the last time i made you feel as loved

as you’ve made me.

i answer too late. i leave too often.

i hide behind silence

and call it being tired.

i give you sharp words

when you’ve only ever handed me gentle ones.

sometimes

i think you deserve someone

who remembers to say “i love you” before the conversation ends.

someone who sends pictures without being asked.

someone who calls first.

someone who notices when you’re falling apart.

instead of making you carry them too.

someone who makes loving them feel easy.

because loving me must be exhausting.

so, why?

why do you look at me like i’m something worth keeping?

why do you compliment me like you believe every word?

why do you choose me

on the days i wouldn’t choose myself?

i keep waiting for you to realise

you could have someone softer.

someone simpler.

someone who loves you the way you’ve been loving me.

but you never say that.

you only say,

“i love you.”

and every time, i almost ask if you’re sure.

ask if you still mean it or if you’ve simply grown used to saying it.

instead, i say nothing at all.

because

believing you feels harder

than believing every terrible thing i’ve ever thought about myself.

written by mel 𓏲ּ𝄢 no ai used in my poems ever !! written 28, july 2026 taglist :: @shestheworst

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the house i built 𓂃 a poem

i built these walls long before i met you.

brick by brick, excuse by excuse,

i learned that distance was easier to carry than disappointment.

so i made a home of it.

i locked every door. i boarded every window.

i memorized the sound of people giving up.

it made the silence less surprising.

then you arrived,

and you didn’t ask to be let in.

you just stayed outside long enough

that i forgot which side of the wall i was hiding from.

you never swung a hammer.

never asked to tear everything down.

you only kept leaving flowers outside the gate,

answering every sharp word with something softer,

waiting

without making me feel like i owed you my trust.

and somehow, without noticing,

i’ve started leaving the windows unlocked.

there are cracks now.

small enough for your voice to reach me.

small enough for light to get in.

i should be happy.

instead,

i’m terrified.

because these walls have been with me longer than anyone else. if they fall, who will i be without them?

sometimes i think i push you away

just to make sure they’re still standing.

but every time you come back,

another brick forgets it’s place.

and i don’t know whether i’m watching my shelter collapse

or

my home finally become a place someone else can live in.

written by mel 𓏲ּ𝄢 no ai used in my poems ever !! written 28, july 2026 taglist :: @shestheworst

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are you sure ? 𓂃 a poem

you tell me you love me like you’re placing something fragile into my hands.

and somehow, i keep dropping it.

not because i want to watch it break not because i don’t treasure it —

but because somewhere along the way my hands forgot how to hold gentle things.

you say, “i love you” i answer with sharp edges, with words i don’t mean, with silence pretending to be indifference.

i watch your smile hesitate, your voice grow weaker,

and still,

i cannot seem to stop.

it’s as if my heart learned that if i ruin something first, it won’t hurt as much when it leaves.

but now you’ve stayed through all the versions of me i wish i could erase,

your kindness has become the hardest thing to believe.

because how could someone look at a girl who keeps building walls while secretly waiting for someone to climb them,

and still say,

“i love you.”

every compliment feels borrowed. every soft word seems mistaken.

are you sure?

are you sure you aren’t loving the person i was months ago?

are you sure you haven’t noticed how cold i’ve become?

i want to believe you.

i want to answer before fear does.

i want “i love you” to stop making me wonder if you still mean it.

i don’t want to keep pushing you away while hoping you’ll stay close.

i don’t want my silence to become louder than everything i never knew how to say.

because the truth is —

i have loved you through every cruel reply.

i’ve just been speaking a language of fear,

when all i’ve ever wanted was to answer in yours.

written by mel 𓏲ּ𝄢 no ai used in my poems ever !! written 28, july 2026

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[quietrefrains]

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weight limit 𓂃 a poem

i keep wondering

if love is something other people wear so naturally

like a favorite sweater, softened at the sleeves by years of being held.

maybe i only know it as something borrowed.

i’ve spent so long trying to become easier.

quieter, smaller, less to carry, less to answer, less to leave behind.

because somewhere along the way,

i started believing that love had a weight limit.

and if i crossed it, someone’s arms would get tired.

sometimes i catch myself waiting for a reply that doesn’t come,

and i hate how quickly my heart translates silence into proof.

proof that i asked for too much, proof that i was too loud,

proof that people only love me until i became a person instead of an idea.

i know everyone has lives that exist outside of me.

bad days, heavy thoughts,

exhaustion that has nothing to do with my name.

i know this. and still,

there is a frightened part of me that whispers,

“what if they’re only staying until leaving makes sense?”

i don’t want to spend my whole life auditioning for a role i never stop losing.

i don’t want every delayed answer to feel like a goodbye.

i don’t want to keep apologizing for existing before anyone has asked me to.

i think more than being loved,

i want to believe

that i can stay exactly as i am,

without feeling like i’m slowly becoming someone else’s burden.

that one day,

someone will reach for me without hesitation.

not because i made myself

lighter, or easier, or quieter.

but because love was never supposed to be measured by how little space i take up.

written by mel 𓏲ּ𝄢 no ai used in my poems ever !! written 21, july 2026

[quietrefrains]

what love felt like 𓂃 a poem

if someone asked me

what love felt like,

i’d tell them about you.

about the way goodnight always turns into another conversation.

about how i’ve started looking forward to hearing your voice more than anything else in my day.

you told me this week had been hard,

and that i’d made it easier.

i don’t think you understand what that did to me.

because if i could spend the rest of my life making your hard days a little softer, i would.

without thinking twice.

i love the way you laugh.

the way you somehow make silence feel warm instead of empty.

i love that every song sounds sweeter after you’ve sung it, like it was always meant for your voice.

i love that you’ve become the first person i want to tell everything.

the good things, the bad things,

the tiny things that don’t matter to anyone else.

they matter to you.

and maybe that’s why

i love you.

because with you, nothing about me has ever felt too small to be loved.

i don’t know what tomorrow looks like.

i only know that if you asked, i’d stay

for one more song. one more conversation. one more goodnight.

for as long as your voice finds its way to mine ♡.

written by mel 𓏲ּ𝄢 no ai used in my poems ever !! written 14, july 2026

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between songs 𓂃 a poem

i think i’ve been trying not to love you.

as if wanting it less

would make it less true.

but then you play another love song,

and i think i know what you’re trying to say,

i’m just not sure if i’m ready to believe it.

still,

when something good happens,

you’re the first person i want to tell.

when something goes wrong,

you’re the first person i look for.

somehow,

without asking,

you’ve become the place my thoughts keep returning to.

i love the way you make me laugh.

i love how easy it is to talk to you.

i love that you make ordinary moments

feel like they’re worth remembering.

i hope you know how easy you’ve made loving you.

you’ve made every love song sound less fictional.

maybe i stopped falling for you a long time ago maybe

now

i’m just admitting it.

written by mel 𓏲ּ𝄢 no ai used in my poems ever !! written 12, july 2026

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