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You will wonder why your chest feels so tight whenever her name rolls over his tongue. Not me, but the other one.
The one who will always have a place in his heart.
Don't give up yet,
but listen to every story of them.
It will break you for sure, but you will know how once he loved someone that much.
You will find yourself think about him continually.
When you walk alone on the street,
when you are with your friends talking about life,
or simply when you wash your dishes.
You will think about him
in any places
in any situations
The thoughts of him will make your stomach churns,
like you've been riding a roller coaster for so long
Sometimes the excitement will put you on the top of the world
but then reality will take you down,
twist you around,
and flip you over.
Again. Don't give up yet.
Bring him muffin or take him out to have fudge brownie ice cream on the weekend. Those are his favorites.
Remind him to not sleep late because he will get tired and grumpy in the morning,
tell him it is okay not to be perfect all the time,
and the most important thing
be there for him when he is unhappy with his life or when the memories of her keep crashing back to him.
You might prepare a band aid for gashes that will be left in your heart.
But please don't give up yet.
 May 2017 Jolene Faber
Jeffrey
I wait for you beneath the stars, in the place that we agreed upon
In a dream I can’t remember, though I’m sure we both were there
And though others ask if anyone is sitting in the empty seat beside me
I tell them that it’s spoken for and see them on their way

I wait for you beneath the stars, in the place near where the wind begins
With fresh cut grass and dandelions and sand down to the shore
And when it’s clear I see your face among the constellations
And when it’s not I see your heart float among the clouds

I wait for you beneath the stars, in the place that we agreed upon
The fire burning just enough to warm two cups of tea
And when you arrive I’ll know you by the words you spoke
when you told me……….well, you already know
Why does the pain shock you?
You asked for this heartbreak

You begged for it with your eyes
with your hands
with your life
You opened the door when it knocked
You let it in
You lent it your ear when it spoke
You hugged its insecurities away
You healed it scars
You made it feel wanted
You made it stronger

You knew it was going to break you

So why does the pain shock you?
You asked for this heartbreak
I may not be pretty
Brave, skinny or witty
My teeth will never be straight

My hair, yes, it's curly
And my style's... not that girly
Plus I'm sorry I often run late

I may not be neat
But I sure love to eat
And I often think that I know best

My nails are chewed
And my humour's quite rude
Plus I know my cooking's a mess

I may not be refined
But I'm loving, and kind
Who cares if I have lots of flaws

I'm perfect for you
You're perfect for me too
And no matter what, I'm yours
You are broken. And so am I**
But someone broke you to the point where you decided you couldn’t want me anymore.

And I have tried not to wonder what might have happened if that person hadn’t broken you. Hadn’t broken us. Hadn’t broken me.
 Mar 2017 Jolene Faber
grace
we are
the embers
of a tired flame

your lips don't taste the same

your eyes are lackluster
empty like your arms
as you turn away from me
leaving silence as my only company

how is it that
two lovers
could be such strangers
in a place that we had once called home?
 Mar 2017 Jolene Faber
Grez
If you knew the landing were made of swords,
Would you jump?

If you saw the bridge collapse, descending to the deep,
Would you follow?

If you had to rewatch your life at heavens gate,
Would you regret?

If you knew my touch were poison,
Would you accept it?

If you knew your actions had consequences,
Would you lie with him again?

Then why do you return to me,
And fall down on your knees
Begging for what I cannot give

If you knew I'd say the same,
Scream at you to leave,
Would you go back and treat me that way again?
An idea from reading one of Lori Jones Mcaffery's works, where knowing something is nothing does not always stop us. Consequences cannot always deter us from stupid, hurtful actions. Appreciate feedback <3
I wanted it to be you
I bled for it to be you
I prayed for it to be you
But there was always someone else
In my bed
 Mar 2017 Jolene Faber
A Tango
I tried memorizing your every feature.
I tried loving you to bits.

But let me ask you this:
*Have you ever tried to love me?
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