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Abby Jo Nov 2017
you're a constant push and pull
a game of tug-of-war
you fill me up just to pour me out
an endless uphill battle
however
I can't help but love the struggle
Abby Jo Nov 2017
missing each other is only expressed after
one too many drinks
When our blood turns to alcohol
The words flow easier from our mouths
when the world spins
out from under our feet
the ground falls away
and there is sits; how we truly feel
sober thoughts scare me.
Just say it. Say what you mean
Tell me, please. You go first
Abby Jo Oct 2017
I loaded the gun with my own happiness as the ammo
Then I handed it over to you and forced you to pull the trigger
When you did, all I felt was the pain of the shot.
You thought I died so you left me behind
But I was clinging to every short breath I managed to take
I watched you go on and find your new life without me
Day by day, the pain faded but I still bled with every movement
The hole is still present, but now it's healed up.
All that remains is a nasty scar
I did this to myself, but you were no angel
For the reason I loaded the gun was to fast forward through your unfaithfulness
I only imagined success and never the opposite
But here I am, left in the wreckage
And you're giving her a new last name.
Infedility screams behind every word I write. I just want closure.
Abby Jo Oct 2017
It started at a party. You just wanted to try.
I didn’t want you to. I didn’t want you to die.
“Don’t overreact, I’ll be just fine.”
But it just took that once, now you are that kind.
Recreational is the word I use to describe
The person you’ve become, a daily subscribe
How can I sit back and watch you lose grip
You’re a ticking time bomb, a pre wrecked ship
I only want to help you but you don’t see that
This is your life at stake, something you’ll have to bat.
Please put this to bed and come back to you
But I know it’s easier to say than do
I say this because I love you
  Oct 2017 Abby Jo
Jessica S
When I was 10 my mum Told me that
I was special
The Next day was the First time
she told me to shut up
When I was 14 my Friends told me that
I was funny
The Next day I Heard them laugh about me
And when I was 16
You told me I was beautiful
You told me you loved me
You told me you would do anything for me
But I did not believe you
Because I learnt that people don't mean
What they say
And I did not want to get disappointed again
Abby Jo Oct 2017
"I'm sure you heard the news"
my hearts now beating a mile a minute
brain firing off all the possibilities.
an accident, a death, a breakup, or worse
"he's engaged"
- s i l e n c e-
my brain relaxes, my heart slows down
a breath of air pumps through my lungs
"Good, I'm happy! He deserves the one"
"Do you really mean that? I mean he really messed you up"
"Hey, I'm okay. It's no longer my burden to bear
I am a new person, that chapter has closed."

Deep down I feel the angst churning
I never got my closure
How could he have moved on so fast
I want to scream "INFIDELITY!"
just loud enough so she can hear
Would she believe me?
Does it even matter?
I hope she doesn't know. I hope their love is genuine
if she knew the monster she was marrying, I don't think she could live.
I was her, waiting for the ring.

I want it to end
The pain surfaces every now and then
but thank goodness for this bottle
it's become my only friend
Abby Jo Oct 2017
some write music
others write songs
some take a run
others take a jog
some scream at Jesus
others cry out to God
I just write poetry
and let out a good sob
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