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Jenna B Mar 2014
She will never be enough
and it will keep her alive
in a warped sense of prolonging that we all call
life.
We all store experiences in our future,
hoping to meet them one day
we all have expectations for ourselves
and whatever we do, they will always be replaced
by the next thrill, the next goal
These pieces of life will keep us alive
and so even though we may hate them,
they are worth it.

Because they will keep our hearts beating
And occupy our minds
So that we don't waste away into blank lifeless spaces
We'll always be real and raw
Passionate, messy and hopeful
Of the future.
Jenna B Jan 2014
Together they will always yearn
for the rush of sea
for the salt on her tongue
freedom pulsing through his veins
always searching for an infinite blue
and dancing to the moons tide's
Jenna B Dec 2013
I've been missing out on something
for a really long time now
it's starting to (finally) to make sense
and I'm beginning to (finally) understand our fascination
with each other

Maybe my past has been preventing me from experiencing it
Or perhaps it's my current state of body and mind
the two are so closely linked that I can't properly pry them apart.

Maybe that's why I love children
so nonthreatening and uncaring  
so small and close, without a care of convention

Maybe that's why I don't know a whole lot of vital information
about myself- that apparently I SHOULD know
that apparently everybody else on this ******* planet knows

But last night I saw it
in that old hole in the wall  
I saw the way she looked at him and how he looked back
I saw how couples were holding hands, getting closer
I saw friends all dancing together
and I realized that I am really bad at all this connection
I can connect to you with words, not touches
I realized that when he put his arm around my waist
and I froze and pulled away
I just couldn't, even though it might have been nice

Maybe it will be someday- maybe I will be able to let go
but for now I am aware, and that's enough
Wrote this at 1 in the morning after a night out. Haven't come up with ANYTHING (good or bad) for a while now, so I'm going to take the plunge and post this. Even though I don't think I like it? Although it may just be the subject matter I don't like :p
Jenna B Nov 2013
You said that you liked yourself
Love your body
You said that you loved your thighs
and your curves and the flaws
You love your soul's case
because it reflects your vibrancy
You said you love yourself
because you're you
You said
"Do you understand?"
and I said that I did
even though it had never ever occurred to me
to love myself unconditionally
ever before
Jenna B Nov 2013
I learnt a new word today
Catalyst
A person or event or chemical, that causes a reactions and change without undergoing any change itself
So, was it you? Or him? Maybe this new place was our catalyst, or that fight one night.

*A horrible sneering voice in my head says it was me.
Jenna B Nov 2013
New start, you said, We can try again
Opened my curtains and showed me the light
of a brand new day, with hope and power
I want to stay asleep, but even in my half aware state I am wondering
how you are here after last night?
When I said all those words, flung them at you violently
showed you my scars, and opened your eyes to what I'm doing
Why are you back?

I have never believed in unconditional love
I can't understand it
never questioning what slams it down
always  rising above life and flaws
I can't believe in an eternity of caring
a permanent residency in your head and heart
And it's only a fraction of eternity, 16 tiny years
but that's a a lifetime to us and
a long time to keep proving me wrong
Because when I push you away and lock you out
hurting me, hurting you
with harsh words and angry screams
hospital visits and cold sweats
I think you're gone
and I fall against my wall (that keeps you out) in relief
I can breathe
I am free of ties to this earth, constricting me
and if in a moment of blind stupidity
I cease to exist- then you can't be pulled down with me

But you just won't let it go- let me go
You keep arriving back on my doorstep, with a new plan
new opportunities to keep me going
more tactics to keep my 'issues' under control
Every time I abuse this relationship it chips at some of my ***** soul
but I really want you to be alright, absolved of me
I don't have the energy to keep shoving you away
or keep up this facade so please, could you at least
build your own brick wall?
stop me from relying on your immovable presence
and your rock solid love
stop me from feeding off your hope
please
because I have these ugly raging
fault lines far beneath my exterior
Quakes I am no longer in control of
and if these cracks begin to surface
I'm scared you will bear the brunt of my storm
and I will hurt you more than 'i ever have before
Jenna B Nov 2013
Your hands pushing mine away
Hello, How are you?
Hug my friends- pull away
feel the familiar and uncomfortable twist of my stomach
remembering you and your hands
hugging me, holding me down
Your mouth pressed onto mine
Getting to close
infiltrating my mind
Stop- leave
I push the good people away
because I couldn't get rid of you
and you left an after taste that I can't shake
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