Jett - Hello Poetry

Jett Feb 2013

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I see people writing about love and being together,
lazy Sunday's and kisses in the rain, late dinners
and holding hands or
a stroll in the park on a warm spring day.

You're enslaved to overly romanticized *******
and frankly when I think of doing any of these things
I want to ***** all over your pretty sun dresses.
because feelings are hard and happiness is a farce.

You waste days, weeks, and months worrying about finding
someone to spend forever with and for what?
To be disappointed with your unrealistic expectations
in that which love should be?

Spare me the *******, I'm over this.
When your happiness depends on someone else
you are not living at all.

Jett Feb 2013

I may be crazy

I carved a heart into my skin
I just wanted to feel something, anything
other than you
but it only made my tears fall faster
and I used a razor blade to scratch out your name
a new scar to cover up all the ones you'd left.
I used to smash light bulbs,
the pieces hidden in an old shoe box
and use them to tear apart my wrist.
I've moved on to killing myself in other ways
with boys, *****, and pills
but none of that compares to hiding
blood soaked wrists.

Jett Feb 2013

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If no one can make you feel inferior without your consent
does that mean I let you make me feel like ****?
And if this is true how do I stop giving in to you?
You said you like that I let you take control
but if I'm letting you do this then doesn't that mean I'm
the one with the power?

Jett Feb 2013

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I could go on for days about your hair and eyes and lips,
soft, pink, and cool on mine. I could talk about your hands,
so large against my own and how you towered over me,
standing at almost 7 feet. I can talk of your skin, so pale and
covered in dark hair and the way your beard felt as it rubbed
against my face and then between my thighs.
I could speak of your physical presence but none of that matters
because you still chose to leave.

Jett Feb 2013

honesty, overrated.

i try and slow it down,
my head is swimming.
too many thoughts and just as many words.
i can feel them in my fingertips
and i can see you, fine without me,
like i am without you.
have you thought of me everyday like you said
and do you keep my rings
tucked away in a drawer
with all the other things i’ve left?
while on the subject of speaking the truth
i hope you do but i know you.
you look for a second and close it back up.
just another memory of me.
some days i miss your laugh and some days
i want to kick your in your face.
how can you be so blind to something so obvious?
no, i’m not talking about us
because there is only you
and i.
we are not an “us.”
this isn’t even making sense any more
because i can’t remember how i felt
but you still have a hold on me
and i want to let go
i know i should
but i can’t stop holding onto the cracks
between us
or i may just fall apart.
how’s that for honest?

Jett Feb 2013

For Irene

you always know when to listen
and when to speak
in the softest voice i’ve ever heard.

you have the warmest hugs
and the kindest heart,
so pure and good.

smiles from you remind me of
sunshine on my face in the spring
where all the grass is green
and the leaves have yet to change
and you’re still here

Jett Feb 2013

a poem about fate

3,000 miles between us
but fate stepped in and
i am in a cab, flying towards china town
and you are running down Broadway
in the opposite direction.
i told the cabbie to stop, but they insisted
we kept moving.
you were right there, so close
we could have touched.
of all the days to be in the city,
we chose the same one
and missed our opportunity
to kiss each other on the mouth
but if it really was fate,
i will see you again
and we will kiss and touch and laugh
and fall in love.