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When you're cold
Am I wrong
For hoping he keeps his jacket on

When you're sad
Am I shallow
For wishing he'd leave you to wallow

When you're tired
Is it spiteful
To hope that he pushes your dreams away

When you feel safe
How wrong am I
To hope that you'd catch someone else in his eye

When you speak
Am I so bad
For wishing he'd turn all your words into ash

When you go to bed
Would it sting
To hope that he can't make you feel a thing

I hope he lies, I hope he cheats
I hope he stumbles when he speaks
I know it's wrong to wish you pain
But sin keeps leaking from my brain

I'm sorry that I'm not sorry
For praying that you drift apart
Because I'm selfish, I'm so selfish
But I need you in my arms

I can't stand to let him make
You feel so loved and feel so safe
I hope that karma stays away
Because I've got nothing good to say

I'm sorry that I'm not sorry
For hoping that you drift apart
Jordan Ray May 28
You looked so peaceful in your sleep,
When your dreams were the closest they’ll ever be.
Your fingers only grazed the seams
Of a world filled with endless possibility.

The birds still sing, the rivers still flow-
It seems that nothing stops for no one around here.
Your favourite flower sits on the sill;
It knows, somehow, that the sun is due, at any old time.

Although you left so many of us behind,
You left us with a view and it's a beautiful view.
But it would be better shared, with you.
Nevertheless, it's a beautiful view.

I'll meet you when I close my eyes.
You're not so clear there, but it's the closest that I can be.
I look for answers in the sky,
To questions that burn in the front row of my mind.

The sun still shines, the stars still glow-
It seems that nothing stops for no one, anywhere.
I play your favourite song on repeat;
I can almost hear you singing along, for old times’ sake.

Although you left so many of us behind,
You left us with a view and it's a beautiful view.
But it would be better shared, with you.
Nevertheless, it's a beautiful view.
This poem is a quiet reflection on loss, memory, and the way the world continues moving even after someone we love has gone. It speaks to the beauty left behind, the ache of absence, and the fragile comfort found in dreams, music, and the natural world. Though grief lingers, so does the view—and it's still beautiful, even if seen alone.
Jordan Ray May 7
I’ve almost forgotten
the colour of your eyes,
but I’m still over here.
Though I’ve crumbled into pieces
more than once,
I’m still over here, darling —
please,
reach out to me again.

I’ve almost forgotten
the way your laughter used to sound.
Still, I’m over here —
barely whole,
but waiting,
willing,
if you’d reach out to me again.

I’ve almost forgotten
the colour of your eyes,
but I’m still over here.
Though I’ve crumbled into pieces
more than once,
I’m still over here, darling —
please,
reach out to me again.
Jordan Ray May 7
Would it make life easier, if I could read your mind?
Or would I fall down, beaten by the things I'd find?
Crawling memories and secrets behind wooden doors.
Locked away for good reasons, I'm sure.
I don't want to read your mind. Just talk to me.
Jordan Ray May 7
Juliet woke with a hollowed chest,
Pale as moonlight, robbed of rest.
Her tears still warmed the empty bed,
No whispered words, no hand to wed.

Romeo stirred with a rising grin,
The morning air a breath of sin.
Freedom jingled in his coat,
Dreams half-truths that barely float.

They were too young, hearts unbound,
Jilted lovers in a jilted town.
What a shame, for he's wiser now—
But she is gone, she won’t come down.

Juliet rose with fire anew,
Shaking off the ghost she knew.
She walked alone beneath the sky,
Found hope within a stranger's eye.

Romeo woke with aching head,
The lies he told now softly bled.
He saw through passion, raw and stark—
Chased fool’s gold that missed the mark.

They were too young, hearts unbound,
Jilted lovers in a jilted town.
What a shame, for he's older now—
But she moved on, and broke their vow.

They were too young, they couldn’t stay,
Two broken hearts that lost their way.
In this town of sighs and longing frowns,
Jilted love still haunts the grounds.
Jordan Ray Jun 2023
When the seconds turn into days; turn into weeks, turn into years
I'm losing track of the time.

On the cusp of 22; feeling black and blue, from the fights with a million voices
I'm losing track of my mind.

When the muscles in my face; begin to ache, from all the happiness I fake
It's just a matter time.

On the cusp of giving up; Lost in a sea of bad luck, nothing seems to ever be changing
It's just a matter of my mind.

I've learned to live with my broken heart
I can't even tell if it's falling apart
I guess... I've gotten used to it
I guess... I've gotten used to it
Jordan Ray May 2023
Did you think... that he meant
All the things... that he said
Do they replay... in your head
?

Did you fall... for the lies
Pulled the wool... over your eyes
Did you believe... it all
?

Start the fire.
Let's cook the liar.
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