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JasFow Aug 2017
I wish I could explain to you how my heart changes
Daily\ by the minute
When I see you across the way,
my view obscured by a wall; which seems fitting
A wall seems to keep us apart [endlessly]
Your end or mine
Its easier, we agree
What is it that keeps me so far you ask?
ME
There is something surrounding my heart
Malleable and breathing
Alive and keeping me together somehow
I've let it open a few times
To let someone in, to let you in.
But every time, without fail, something changes
You got to my heart and it burned in the most beautiful light
Coming in, you made it good, and happiness was real
It was when you left that things got bad
I left myself open for too long and lost myself over time
Bits and pieces fell out slowly, scattering itself
Now my heart is incomplete, more so than usual
I'm not blaming you
I souly point the finger at myself
I shouldn't have opened up to begin with
You want me to be honest and transparent,
but since closing back up, my heart has turned dark and mucky
Unable to be seen through clearly
I try to be honest, but  the current truths get blindsided by the past lies
I don't mean to do all the damage I caused
To you or me
I wish this was a real apology, for I know it changes nothing
Me continuing to be closed off
I’m sorry.
Dumping what been drowning my thoughts
JasFow Aug 2017
"I'm sorry" doesn't stop the tears
The sobs that release from my open mouth
Gaping and trying to hold in the truth  
My fingers grazing above my lips don't contain the sounds very well
"I love you" wants to escape me
But I trap it and hold on for dear life
For if it fought its way out, it would cause more pain than relief
"We can never be" echos in my ears
Don't apologize for telling me the truths we've been avoiding
The darkness surrounding me stays, eyes open or closed
I just wish I could hear, "I love you too."
But there was silence after I couldn't fight the quiet any longer
Stop calling if you don't want me to pick up....
JasFow Jul 2017
A shirt with a note
My nickname in bad cursive
Tucked away in my car
Holding onto what we never had
Fantasies that drove me wild
Sailing through dreams off the drug of your touch
A wife keeps you moving
I keep you smiling
I told you to leave me
So do it
JasFow May 2017
Here, sitting outside
The breeze makes a chill
Balancing the heated shining sun
The fountains down below this porch keep spraying high
My hair, that's short and dark now,is new to the light and wind
The strands move in a new wave
My earbuds play songs only heard in unknown movies
I don't need other eyes to be on me to feel seen
Pigeons fly around the bell tower
Sure, the bee sitting across the table from me isn't much company
But he listens to my typed words and buzzes to the beat
That's all I need
In my mind I don't desire to be rushed away
I'm fine here
Nowhere special
Gazing at he Chapel beyond the hill
Thanks be given to the flowers that make the bushes seem bigger than they are
And the third story window of the building next door that remains open though no one's home
Right where I need to be is here
Alone on an empty campus typing poems no one reads
JasFow Apr 2017
Rain doesn't feel the same as it once did
It now burns my skin
Making it impossble to walk outside
My head stays drifted down to the cracks I walk over
If I keep pretending that the rolling pills don't  hurt
My mind won't wonder to giving in
Letting the drop lull off my eyelashes
Falling into my colorless pupils
Accepting the blind world of acid
JasFow Apr 2017
You introduced me to Charles Bukowski
Not realizing I would fall in love with this raunchy old man
For a time, only his words could put me to sleep
You understood that though
Telling me that if this terrible man had the chance
He could tell me anything to get me in bed
No matter how resistant and headstrong, you know, I am  
But something crossed my mind
This man full of lust, poetry, and ***** is my worst nightmare
I’m trying my hardest still to avoid all that he is
The lust that has yet to entangle me
Poetry that’s warped my thoughts into lines and stanzas
And the ***** that’s instilled fear in me, I don’t want it near me
All that he is, I want far, far, far away
But I love him and his raw words
The letters he put together to form words
Lines, stanzas, poems
I’m too far gone in love with his mind
Good thing he’s not still alive
I really would be in trouble then
So, I sit and read his deep dark desires in an open book
Hoping you won’t be mad I can’t love you the same
For you’re the man who introduced me
To the man that wouldn't love me

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