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Sara Jones Mar 2016
The ones who give us the most trouble
And stick through all your *******
Just might be the one who will call you their queen one day
And your daughter their princess
Sara Jones Feb 2016
Once, I knew what I wanted, and it was you.
Now, you left and handed back my heart
But what you didn't notice
Was that I slipped it in your back pocket
When you walked away from me
Sara Jones Feb 2016
Him
I’ve never been kissed in the rain, and I didnt understand the hype.
That is, until you threw me in the river and helped me down a bottle of Jack with the rainwater on your lips.
You gave me an eternity
In 8 months
And I thank you
Sara Jones Feb 2016
You never told me goodbye.
I waited by the phone for hours upon hours
Waiting for just a simple word.
I wouldn't have cared if you said it,
In writing or in voice
But the fact you didn't speak at all
Makes me so weak
I cannot face reality
Sara Jones Feb 2016
All I know is that I'll find you again
Whether it be at the bottom of a bottle
Or inside my own head
I'll cry for you
Until I'm dead
Sara Jones Feb 2016
You
I never thought you'd treat me like I'm nothing.
Even when my sharp mouth would fire off, at least I'd always speak to you.
I've never ignored you for days on end and never once did I question you.
Now, I don't know how you feel.
I don't know where you are or what you're doing
I don't know who your with or who you're thinking about
And my god do I miss you and every inch of you
All I can think about is the spaces between your fingers which my hand fit perfectly.
The rhythm of our bodies in the night.
The way you would look at me,
You'd melt me with a glance and now,
I'm crying over you
And I miss you
Please
Come back to me
Sara Jones Feb 2016
She's like broken glass,
Shattered all across the living room rug,
And a smell of whiskey on her edges,
And stained on the floor.
She's in pieces and she can't really explain who's fault it is
Or whose broken her this time.
She'll wait for the next person to try to heal her,
Take the glue to her pieces and place something wrong and she'll lash out.
Her body was made of glass,
You could see right through her.
Every lie was followed by another drink,
Another shot,
Another sip
She'd continue to fill her cup until she overflowed and broke even more
But she'll try to mend her heart and body to no avail.
She'll never let them know who hurt her.
Because she was the one
Who trusted
Too much
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