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  Sep 2015 Jen Grimes
Yung Wifey
I cannot wait for the day
when I come across a picture of you..
when I hear your name..
when I think about you..
and
feel absolutely nothing
Jen Grimes Sep 2015
I feel something’s missing now
Even though its been gone for days

I can’t stop seeing
Hands of men
Old and new
Wrinkled and porcelain

I’m caught between a smooth breeze
And a raging ember
That burns beneath my skin
But the universe still spins

I don’t know how
Seconds still manage to tick
Or how minutes keep passing by
Or how the ocean keeps crashing
In and out with it’s tide

I don’t know how you leave your room
With all that waits outside.
Jen Grimes Sep 2015
You’re eyes were like sea glass
Luminous blue and green
And the stars danced
As the wind tickled our backs
You held my hand when I asked
And it felt like
We were constellations

My heart kept expanding
Beneath my chest
It could’ve been the drugs
Inhabiting my bloodstream
But I’d like to think
It was the way your hands
Felt, brushing my skin
Jen Grimes Sep 2015
Acid trips
With Alice
Always lead me
To Lucy
With her diamonds
Not just a girls best friend
But mine
When crystal roars
Its ugly head, I forget
The sly panther she was
In the beginning
Jen Grimes Sep 2015
Tonight, on the roof
You told me about
The cones behind your irises
And how they turned
Your greens to grays.
And I almost told you
That I knew exactly what that felt like.
Jen Grimes Aug 2015
The shore washed up
Your gritty words
Stained in sea glass
They cut you open

I fell
Into the riptide of your tears
And wished I had an anchor
Because it felt like
I might drown out here

Words broke on your mouth
And I was swallowing
The sea

My feet missed the ocean floor
And white caps
Crashed between our eyes
The current ripped you away

I wished to tell you
That my arms can harbor safety
I’ll be your ship
This time

You can
Tie me out to sea
I'll keep the water still
Let it calm your hearts beat

The ocean will soothe
All your broken memories
And in the end
The tide will wash us in
Again
  Aug 2015 Jen Grimes
Ocean Blue
What if we had met
In Florence, say five centuries ago
Would you have let
Me be your Leonardo ?
You gentle face I would have framed
In the back, a sfumato of Tuscany
You, I would have named
My Mona Lisa, smiling to eternity.

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