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  Feb 2016 Jessica Lynne
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is like having your lips sewn together, your voice is trapped in a prison and its sad you see, because you yourself hold the key.

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its like having your feet glued to the ground in big crowds, and you feel like everyone's constantly staring you down.

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its like feeling so alone in this world, especially when you're just a little girl, and all you want to do is be free and twirl.

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its like being a bird, but you have clipped wings and you can't sing.
this is anxiety to me//
Jessica Lynne Feb 2016
Friday night lights, again
Tonight the darkness calls me in
Is it time to go
First haiku attempt
Jessica Lynne Feb 2016
Waking up changes nothing
Nothing.

Life is not waiting whilst you close your eyes
Nothing.

Time is a continuous force; unstoppable
Nothing.

Tomorrow is not a new day
Nothing.

Don't dilute into nothing from a false continuum.

It's nothing
Jessica Lynne Feb 2016
I woke up at 6:30 next to a working man
with no desire of wine
By 6:45 the silk blanket for coating my pain
had became an inquired taste.
A desired taste
Still, no.
Not yet

I sat up with a heavy heart at 10
Why does he do this to me?
His curls and scars became
an aquired taste
Tasting him is of what love tastes
But no
Not yet

I sat there at 10
I sat there at 10 with a pain
Should I dare touch the cork?
I had the pallet for the silk
I had the time for the smooth
Still, no

I sat there at 10:30
It was blunt
It wasn't beautiful
It was an empty question
A double dagger to my body

Which is the addiction
Which is the murderer
Which holds my conviction

He is home at 4
It's 5 o'clock somewhere

Now
I can touch
I can taste

A trembling had reaches for love
But did the glass touch finger tips
Before he would

Both are such a riddle
It's twisted with disease
One moment my heart is infatuated
The next my broken body bleeds

It's about to be 6:30
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