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June West Aug 2014
and you were there smoking your cig in a dark corner that was my heart
June West Jun 2014
Even to this day.
i didn't know that drawing the blinds would blur the lines.
but increase the ones on my forehead.
stagnate and stained.
will they throw rotten tomatoes or flowers on my grave?
i had an affair with the producer,
everyone had lines accept for me,
i was listed in the brochure to be the fool.
i played it well.
you know i played it well.
and when they laugh i see horses teeth, another wave came crashing in pulling me to my knees.
I was never a star, but it doesn't mean I wasn't created to matter.
June West Mar 2014


 lights up cigarette
I realized I was falling in love again

* drag
and
there he was, right in front of me
* puff
because its the ******* truth that time reveals all
* drag
i showered 5 times in disgust after you told me it was lust.
* puff
I can only really shake my head
and hold my heart
* lights up another cigarette
June West Feb 2014
Times fleeting again
my words
my intellect
Its hard to find peace
with where you are or what you're doing.

Life is made up of moments
and it is important to cherish whatever it is while you have it.
Those moments are your life


*Picking through the weekends half smoked cigarette butts
to find any remnants of worth.

I can't help but to catch myself evidently not taking my own advice
mostly because I retract myself from the thought
that these are my moments alone.

Where can I find solace and happiness if I cannot find it within myself?
I forgot what it feels like to be warm.
I forgot what a genuine smile feels like.

My eyes
My eyes have masked over
I'm lost
It's everyone else thinking I'm sane that keeps me sane.
June West Feb 2014
Same window
different viewers
inward and outward
constantly changing with seasons.

I always wonder how many people I've shared the same space with
but at different times
and if we all gathered in a room
would we find something to talk about?
Would we know all the places we have been?

we will never know
because that will never happen.
*so says I.
June West Jan 2014
We planted seeds my love
a perennial opens to the mouth of the suns gentle gaze
I haven't seen it
but
It does not take eyes to feel.
June West Dec 2013
How do you know when you've gone mad?
Is it when you start to question it?

Does it creep up on your midnight pillow
ever so slightly
and drain your life like you use to gulp your morning coffee?
All while whispering in a form that could only be heard by wind chimes
expecting nothing less than what you've already lost.

Infectious with madness
A deal with the devil
A meeting of chance
A sound that should have been made
but on that very note it would all decay
amidst the stars that shine near the harboring bay.
No expression to convey.
If only there were another way
But like time, your eagerness whittles away
When theres nothing to say, no rock left unturned
you yearn
you yearn
Unlike others yours comes with disgust.
And by you I mean Me.
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