People may say what they want about me, sad thing is they don't really know me
In my life there has been pain, it'd be better if I was a girl named Jane
Through life I've learned you are truly alone, no one to really hold, none will last forever
My name is Dominique
I know who I am and what I am capable of
I was raised well and all by my nana's loving self
January 15 at 6:45 this young soul lost the love of her life
by God's grace I survive and I strive
Do not ask me why because I do not know why
This young soul will remain through the toughness and pain
This young soul was created to be strong I suppose
I am a sad soul
I am a lost soul
I am a young soul

If I show you my
vulnerability.
Would you take over my
insecurity.
If I tell you my
history.
Would you stay
officially.
If I put my heart
in you.
Would you trust me
consistently.
If I open up
to you.
Would you understand
my fragility.

how hard can it be to love someone filled with a chronic emptiness in the place of emotions
and eye lids that stay open long after the lights have dimmed because they are
swimming in intrusive waters belonging to a diseased mind
always wondering when you will leave
so they push you away even when their heart demands that you stay
demands that they will pay for
over and over and over
in the form of playing the villian in the relationship
by unintentionally tearing the two of you apart
until the only thing left to do is leave
the one thing that people in their life excel at

how hard can it be to maintain a friendship with someone who wants to abandon you
before you abandon them
playing tug of war with the thought of just never speaking to you again
even though you are one of their favorite people
trying to make the inevitable "easier"
because nothing lasts forever in their world
not even when they want it to
"best friends forever" is hard to cling on to
when they are convinced that the person smiling in their face
is also plunging knives into their back at every turn

how hard can it be to be the person dishing out all of these punishments
knowing that she is only punishing herself
punishing anyone who tries to get close to her in the twisted belief that she is saving them
from her gravitational personality
and her stellar smile
that can only end in disaster
because there is no beauty at the center of a black hole
only the absence of being

j.e.m (1/14/2016)

Less seems to be certain
than it is to most.
No goal, no path
no certainty in the expanse of this
equally wandering sphere.

Yet I do not long for life
to be a never-ending circle on repeat.

My mystery lies in mystery itself
The clues are there yet
scattered, fragmented, apart
like leaves and rocks in a
trickling bed of shallow water.

Harmony may well exist
between these minuscule pieces
I only wish my puzzle was as complete.

992

The Dust behind I strove to join
Unto the Disk before—
But Sequence ravelled out of Sound
Like ***** upon a Floor—