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 Jan 2018 Jessica Lima
JcA
You always say you would give up everything for love, but baby you shouldn’t have too.
 Jan 2018 Jessica Lima
BJames
His eyes met up with mine like it was a planned in sync.
He spoke to me in ways that made me feel like I mattered.
& to him I did.
He'd brush my skin delicately knowing others have forced their wicked ways upon it.
He promised to never do the same.
His voice spoke to me through love.
He loved me.
& I had never felt a love like that.
The feelings of new sheets
and freshly shaven legs
The smell of the ocean
in a toasty summer air
The grin of someone you passed by
a shared joy among strangers
Find those little things
that make you happy
until it becomes a habit
 Mar 2017 Jessica Lima
Wordfreak
Black sweatshirt, hood up.
Black jeans,
Black boots, Black socks,
Black shirt.
I was asked tonight:
"Why do you dress like that?"
To which I replied:
"It's hard to blend into the crowd,
Especially when you're like me.
But it's much easier to blend into the background.
Especially if you're nocturnal,
And black is your color of choice."
 Mar 2017 Jessica Lima
Wordfreak
When you've realized you can't take any more,
And you do what you must,
Without leaving anything behind.
 Mar 2017 Jessica Lima
Wordfreak
E,

The dusty book of matches rests innocently on my bed-side table, beside a book and a clock. On the wall hangs an old photograph, of a time better forgotten. I sold the truck because I couldn't deal with the memories. My school diploma sits desolate in a forgotten drawer. These objects all have one thing in common. You. But you don't even know the madness you caused me. I got you through breakup after breakup. We graduated together. You told me you loved me. Then you left me lifeless in a heap upon the floor. Know this...
She's everything you could never be. And I'm happy with her. Maybe someday I'll explain, but I doubt it. Because though I may not do much to spare people's feelings, I pity you for being so ******* short-sighted.

Hypothetically,
From me to you.

M.
#Past&Future; #LookingForAnswers #HypotheticalReality
My dear friend,

There's no answer in those bottles
Or those false bravados
There's truth in cliche mottos
But those answers are hollow
Unlike those pills you swallow
Because you're chronically suicidal
With no contrary to guide you
And no lover to confide to
So you'll just cram it all in a note in the hotel room they find you
Now you're only living through all the strangers you were kind to
The family that stood beside you
The hell you dragged their mind through
The lovers you had lied to
The crafts that you had fine tuned
The dark past behind you
And whatever state your mind looms now

I have the honor to be your obedient servant,
M. Whit
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