I never thought the day would come
Where I hated you more than I ever loved you
I searched and searched for a trace of love
in my body for you
But nothing is there anymore
I gave you four years of love
and you drained me drier than dried dryer sheets
My life with you was a lie I will struggle to forgive for infinity
You were the man of my dreams
You looked past my larger exterior
And saw me
You said I was beautiful
You said I was special
You said I wasn’t like any other woman you'd dated before
You said I was different
That set my 22-year-old heart ablaze
A man, a grown man, saw me as a woman
You knew I didn’t understand love
But you said I was good
I knew I had a good heart,
And you tightened your grip once it was in your hands
I gave you my body
Remember?
And I couldn’t stop after the first time
And you knew that.
Maybe I needed a stronger prescription
Because I just couldn’t see the pedestal I put you on
was in fact the thin line between love and hate
I overlooked so many of your red flags
And saw you as different than the rest
Ironically, I never had anyone to compare you to
All you ever had to say was, “I know, but let’s move forward, mama.”
I believed every word out of your mouth
You promised me a lifestyle where I could get whatever I wanted
And you’d be willing to do anything
You knew my heart was a white rose
So genuine, so delicate, so innocent
But you took my fears and blinded me to them
No more anxiety, depression, suicidal thoughts
Body image issues
Nothing
I believed I was well taken care of
But time had stopped, and you did too
You were no longer the man I fell in love with
But rather somebody that I used to know
I was no longer the apple of your eye
I was nothing to you but what all the others were
Maybe that was something I knew
But just couldn’t accept until it was dead in my face
I can’t remember everything
And for you, that might be a good thing
I feel so disconnected from my body
I may as well be a weak Wifi connection
While you play innocent, I’m actually the victim
I loved you so much that I lost my mind trying to figure out what was wrong
Trying to figure out if I was wrong
Now I find it hard to concentrate on what really matters
I hate the way men look at me
Do they know what you said to me?
Did they see what I did for you?
Or are they just like you too?
Accepting that this relationship and marriage wasn’t real
and meant nothing has been hard
You were all I knew
But I wasn’t your only option
You made that clear many times
I can’t even see you as someone who needs retribution or help
But rather someone who deserves to be discarded
The same way you discarded my white rose
I regret swiping right on you
I wish I could warn my 22-year-old self not to even entertain you
Or give someone like you chance, after chance, after chance
I know I was a lot
I know I had my moments
But I never had to pretend I had a good heart
I was always a good person
That you never deserved
I don’t know who I will love next
But I know he will be everything I need and more
He’ll love me forreal and out loud and he’ll be proud
I truly don’t care about what will happen to you next
I just want what it is I rightfully deserve
While you spot your next victim
5/11/2025
-Mia J
© 2025 Mia J
Sep 16, 2025
Sep 16, 2025 at 8:23 PM UTC
For this game
We don’t need a Nintendo
We don’t need a Wii
Not even a switch
The rules are simple:
Peachy can defeat Bowser only if Bowser removes his mask
He can do this himself or let it fall off in time
Peachy sees Bowser differently than everyone else
She doesn’t notice he’s not as appealing to the eye
She doesn’t notice that he breathes fire whenever he speaks
His grip is tighter than what she’s used to
He’s not always himself but snaps back when she realizes it
He adores her as an object, not as a Princess
She cries, he comforts her
But eventually her tears becomes his rage points
Each and every last one of them
Peachy is confused
He says he loves her
He says he’ll be ****** if he leaves her
But she knows he means well
Even if she doesn’t always believe it
Even if she doesn’t always understand him
Bowser stops caring
Bowser goes behind her back to pick another peachy
But he fails
Miserably
And he takes it out on her
Peachy stopped wearing pink
Bowser didn’t like it
She stopped wearing makeup
He said she can never match it right
She even stopped wearing her gold crown
Bowser can’t stand it on her
It reflects everything he’ll never be
It makes her attract the looks of Mario & Luigi
Peachy wouldn’t give away what’s Bowser’s
Initially, at least
But Daisy inspired her
And Rosalina guided her to better
While Pauline reminded her who she was
Peachy is herself again!
Bowser loss his own game
He thought he was smarter than Peachy
But Peachy outsmarted him long before they crossed paths
She wore her crown with grace
With elegance and with confidence
Things Bowser couldn’t dream of on his worst day
What was once a daily unwinnable final boss battle
Has turned into a well won victory for Princess Peachy!
-Mia J
7/7/2025
© 2025 Mia J
Sep 3, 2025
Sep 3, 2025 at 9:00 AM UTC
I ain’t perfect
And nobody is
But I know I ain’t perfect
And it ain’t no shame in that
I know right from wrong
Some times I do right
And some times I do wrong
It is what it is
It was what it was
Life, happens
Done cried over things
that didn’t matter
Done kissed some lips
mine ain’t belong on
Done said some things
I can’t take back
Done went some places
I shouldn’t have been
Done saw some things
I shouldn’t have.
And what I look like crying
over a shattered mirror?
I can’t piece together the past.
The clock already winded past it.
The past doesn’t own me.
I purchased it long ago.
Past mistakes ain’t made me no fool.
They made me the strong,
confident,
courageous,
and intelligent woman
I stand as today.
And it ain’t no shame in that!
-Mia J
8-21-2021
© 2021 Mia J
May 23, 2025
May 23, 2025 at 8:32 AM UTC
Do you even know how beautiful you are?
Outside of your outer beauty you see, examine the beauty within.
Your heart is gentler than your supple hands.
It pumps and beats with enough love to change the world.
You have the power to command your days to be what they need to be for you.
Your head is filled with positivity.
Your spirit radiates those positive vibes and makes you shine brighter than the morning and noonday sun.
As beautiful as you are inside and out, you want love badly
You’ve been craving it more than breakfast in the morning
And you just don’t understand how and why you’re still single.
You’ve been crying out of frustration
Because how could a woman like you not have a man?
You know you’re not like other women who would do anything to have a man
You were taught that men go after what they truly want. And not to tolerate no foolishness.
Don’t get sad over false images.
Remember; You’re only seeing what they choose to show you.
A good man may be hard to find
But so is a Pearl.
It’s well-known that you’ve existed for thousands of years.
Your existence was stumbled upon and you struck the founder with your innocent beauty
Your body is a clam but you are a Pearl that formed out of the transformation called growth
Such a precious jewel can not just be acquired by just any man
You were formed with care and glisten with enough magic to challenge Penn and Teller
Many will look at you with their eyes
But you are set to the side for the one who will look into your soul
And see that you’re worth much more than the bare minimum
You’re unique, you know who you are and you’re not afraid to protect yourself from negative energies
And your lover will do the same
One look at you and he’ll know you belong to him and he specifically belongs to you
He’ll love you for your alluring spirit
You both will need each other in more ways than one
He will always want to love you
And you will always need to love him
He’ll be everything you could need and want in a man
The love that will blossom between you two will hurt
You’ll look back and understand that not just any man could have you
And that’s what will hurt
Your man will silently remind you every day just how filling love will be.
Your heart will ache for him
His will constantly pound for you
Dangerously in love and obsessed you both will be
Never think this is wrong.
Because you both deserve it as much as he does
You’re the woman everyone wants to be.
Adversity has never fazed you.
You were set to the side as a rare Crystal is supposed to be.
Not just any hands are licensed to handle you, my dear
You are worth everything that you think you are
And you’re worth more than the bare minimum
A lot more
If the universe deemed you to be a unicorn and a Pearl, how could you ever believe any differently about yourself?
-Mia J
7/2/2024
© 2024 Mia J
May 23, 2025
May 23, 2025 at 8:28 AM UTC
Used to spend my nights thinking of my first one.
Liquor was on my mind like the correlation of grape to wine.
But you introduced me to a world where wrong wasn’t actually wrong.
And awakened me in ways that Jack Daniels just wouldn’t understand.
Smoothly you coasted in my senses as a cruise along the seas.
Appearing before my eyes with forbidden beauty.
Feeling cooler and fresher than a glacier surrounded by melted ice.
Screaming silently in my ears, alerting me that you would be my first and my last.
Smelling of sweetness and ripeness.
Tasting more pleasant than a Pina Colada on beach day.
And more concentrated and complex than a wine expert can articulate.
You are more leathery than Sangria Red.
As rich as Peach Sangria.
Connected as Gria can be,
and I’ll stay tipsy off of your love until infinity.
There’s more elegance to you than the walk of a model.
Life never stopped you from being able to exist.
You always moved against her as if she could conclude you.
Your brilliance extends a description.
Perfection exists because you were created.
Stella Rosa fancied you and turned me Gold.
Oh, she knew I would become as fine as her after one sip of you.
Fermentation wasn’t always smooth, but it was well-worth it.
When you presented your heart, I couldn’t waste it.
As beautiful and soft as a row of bouquets.
As soft and gentle as Pink Moscato.
As full as my heart with the love you poured into me.
You are more leathery than Sangria Red.
As rich as Peach Sangria.
Connected as Gria can be,
and I’ll stay tipsy off of your love until infinity.
-Mia J
10/18/2024
© 2024 Mia J
May 23, 2025
May 23, 2025 at 8:22 AM UTC
One too many bottles in my possession to pick a fave
Many of the scents are from years prior
And aged as fine as wine
The aged scents still smell new
There’s scents that are ****
Scents that are sweet
Each scent is special to me
The sweet scents are for normal activities
The **** scents are for date nights
The designated bottle springs onto my hand
My wrist reveals its bareness and receives two sprays
My other wrist rubs its opposite to get some of the scent
Then I spray on my neck and shirt
and bask in the sweetness or alluringess of the scent
The perfume stays stained within the
fabrics of my clothes like a soda stain
It stays on my skin like water-proof paint all through the day
I possess enough bottles for each day of the year
My perfume bottles are like my favorite wine
Pleasing to the nose and even better to the soul.
Mia J
7/28/2021
© 2021 Mia J
May 23, 2025
May 23, 2025 at 8:20 AM UTC
I’ve been waiting for you to enjoy me all day.
A lot has been on your mind and you couldn’t get home any faster.
That red wine you poured will relax you just enough for me.
The lights being as dim is leaving me more excited than you.
Sit down in that plush chair and get nice and cozy.
I’m comfortable being clutched in your hands in the air.
Spread me to page 69.
We’ve been together more times than you can count.
Do we really need to establish an exposition?
The only actions that’s rose so far lay beneath your pants.
Let’s reach our ****** together.
I’ll turn over whenever you flip me.
I should thank you for being gentle.
We both know how delicate I can be.
My creator didn’t put a time limit on me.
We can go slow.
Feel these words and let them season in your love gardens.
I want to go deeper than your ***** and straight to that Challenger’s Deep.
Your warmth on me is making me sweat.
Your clutch is tightening on me,
your breathing is picking up.
I know you’re enjoying me more than you thought.
I end on page 74.
Catch your breath.
Don’t worry, I didn’t expect to be written in this manner.
Have another sip of wine.
Go ahead and take two.
I know you have to rest from your day,
and needed a release.
There’s no shame in enjoying me every day.
At all.
My creator might make me longer than 5 pages next time.
Be on the lookout for my next release!
-Mia J
9/2/2024
© 2024 Mia J
May 22, 2025
May 22, 2025 at 4:51 PM UTC
Go somewhere that has air as clean as fresh laundry.
Relax with that crisp air and find a comfortable seat.
The sun is out now and shall be your glowing guide.
Let the winds blow to give you more of that clean air.
Inhale that cleanliness and lay your body on the ground.
Don’t worry, the leaves are soft and welcoming.
You’ve been working a lot and your body needs recuperation.
Now, close your eyes.
All your rainy days are long gone.
Pick up your body slowly and let your feet adjust to your new walkway.
One step forward and you’re on the right path.
One step backward and you’ll be on the left.
Take one step back to cure your curiosity.
It’s not exactly the wrong move to make, but you don’t want to get stuck.
So take two steps forward on the right path.
The sun’s shining brightly, but it’s blocking your view.
You only get to see the path, but the destination has to be walked towards.
What will you encounter on the path?
The beauty of life is that we know where we wanna be, but there’s always the unexpected that waits.
Keep walking, I say.
One droplet of rain won’t hurt.
Don’t be afraid if it gets heavier.
Your rainy days are long gone, but the rainiest ones are brewing.
Notice that the sun continues to shine as bright as a full moon.
The clouds aren’t big enough to block it and neither is the rain gonna block you.
The rain isn’t gonna stop you.
Keep up the fast pace, I say.
Don’t you see that gorgeous rainbow in the sky?
Don’t you notice the chirping of the birds?
Walk to the beat of their music because the rain is stopping.
The rays of the sun pushed away from the clouds as did your determination.
If the tears of the sky can’t stop you, nothing can.
You’re almost there.
Don’t you see the butterflies at the end?
Don’t you smell the clean air once again?
You made it to the end of the rainbow with a glowing smile and a strong head.
Aren’t you proud of yourself?
Now, open your eyes and look around at the trees and the beaming sun.
Your rainbow is still there, don’t you see it?
Take a break if you must, but never stop moving.
-Mia J
12-12-2020
© 2020 Mia J
May 17, 2025
May 17, 2025 at 8:22 PM UTC
Being “grown-up” looked cool from a young mind’s eye.
No bedtimes.
Choosing when to eat veggies.
Driving behind the wheel.
Going wherever you please.
Earning lots of money.
Buying whatever you want.
Watching scenes not meant for kids.
Having freedom most importantly.
Then those young mind’s grew
and witnessed their personal pictures.
Setting an early alarm is
more important than
no bedtime.
Eating veggies becomes a necessity
rather than a choice.
Hard-earned money is spent on responsibilities
no one was informed about.
Friends grow apart and change like the weather.
Some boys become men.
Some boys stay boys.
Adults also have childish ways.
Family can have the mindset of a faux amie.
Some days, you may feel sunny.
Certain days, it will rain all over.
Being strong surpasses not crying over dropped ice cream.
Adulting is nice,
Adulting can be dun,
But don’t rush it, sweet little one!
-Mia J
7-17-2021
© 2021 Mia J
May 17, 2025
May 17, 2025 at 8:21 PM UTC
Any other page I’ve written was easily marked by blue or black ink.
Those pages contain thoughts that I wasn’t able to vocalize.
My mouth wouldn’t do justice so my right hand made sense of them.
As if my words were a deer, they leaped from my thought-filled mind and
onto a page where they adjusted to a new environment.
But now, my mind is just as blank as printer paper.
Perhaps I’ve written so many of my most concealed thoughts that I can’t write anymore.
Writer’s block?
Or maybe my thoughts are scattered to the east and west to gather themselves to make sense.
Somehow.
When they make sense, perhaps I could write about love.
I haven’t had it in what feels like forever.
I miss weekend dates, I miss midnight conversations, I miss cuddles, I miss learning his likes and dislikes, I miss exploring something fresh and new.
Do I even deserve love?
I can’t remember what it feels like to meet someone new.
Is it butterflies? Sparks?
I’ve made many mistakes in choices surrounding love.
How will I know I won’t make a mistake when the right one finally arrives?
Perhaps my love is lost or he also stopped to take an unintentional indefinite break.
Will my thoughts be about pain?
Or confusion?
Seems like I’ve been stagnant for too long,
but I don’t know how to move.
I want my day to be new for once.
I need constant motivation to start a career
that I don’t know what that will be.
My desires and the Plan could be two totally different things.
I just wanna be successful, but what
could that look like for me?
Is the sky the limit?
My ambition will never die, but I hope the same for my drive to succeed.
Oh, right hand don’t fail me now!
So where will my thoughts go?
What will become of this page and
others just like it?
The possibilities are endless,
supposedly.
Where can I begin?
Where will I end?
Perhaps my hand with a blue and black pen will make sense of the Blank Pages.
-Mia J
4/2/2021
© 2021 Mia J
May 17, 2025
May 17, 2025 at 8:20 PM UTC