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Tracing the outline of your scars
Is like reading your soul.
The stories they can tell.
Just more parts to your whole.
Never cover them,
Do not be ashamed
Your scars show the truth
Of life filled with love and pain.
They are a part of you,
What makes you truly whole
I'll trace the outline of each scar
To better understand your soul.
For a friend.
You know who you are. :)
It's not you
    I promise
What I say is true
      He never deserved
           You

     It's not your fault
           I know for a fact
      Trust me
             You are better
          Than a boy like that

It's for the best
       Please,
    Believe me
          He'll do it to the next girl
       And the next
            And next
      You'll find your one
          In this world

        It's time to breathe
             Have faith in what
          I'm saying to you
      This might just be
                Poetry
          But I was cheated on too

It's time to believe
      You're worth more than
   You can see
           No more tears, please
      He's not worth your pain
             You're gorgeous
       And you're NOT to blame

     It's for the best,
              It's not you
          Please,
    Just Breathe.
          Believe me,
  Cause I've made it through.
         I know,
      What I say is true.
             Cause
         **I was cheated on too.
I'm here for you.
 May 2015 Sara Jones
epictails
I am a Pandora's box
: an enigma
: a flow of contradictions

I am infinitely pulled by madness and lucidity
: ambiguous
: definite

I am the lake and the river
: deep
: never-ending

I am explosion and implosion
: wrecking anything great
: and infinitesimal in my wake

I am the universe and the  vacuum
: expanding
: condensing

I am two poles wide apart
: the northern
: the southern

I am two realms
: the real
: the surreal

I am the skies and the earth
making love to birth a questionable existence
Dangling precariously on the edge
Floating in a current of self-made paradoxes
Born to be my own antithesis
And breathe with the complexity of it all

Pray forgive me then,
For living as I am
Is a battle in itself
And as usual my inspiration comes at very unusual times
There was nothing more permanent
Than the sound of the door
Closing behind him
The day he walked out
It wasn't even actual door
That's how dramatic his exit was
That's how devastating a loss it was
I had to make a cartoon of it
So as to not be heartbroken
But the actual end
Well that was kind of romantic
Like something you catch on a Friday
On a wide screen
Rain & tears
Questions ringing
Like what am I suppose to do?
I'm crying
But my ****** composure is perfect
I'm screaming
But he's right in front me
But I still doubt he's hearing me
He can't face the disgrace
Of his actions
That he could leave something once so beautiful
So broken
So here comes that movie made exit..
Exhaustion
Of fighting over the same things
Of laughter met with anger
The discommunication between us..
It was time that someone exited


So he did.
Just because you want it, don't mean you need it.
 May 2015 Sara Jones
bones
She's an alphabet artist
she paints in words,

from a palette of adjectives,
nouns and verbs,

the landscape she finds
in the folds of her mind

she exhibits in volumes of verse.
I am a camera
looking through my film--
faces roll past

embedded in the ink
of time
rolling

rolling
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