You've tried to find the answer, yet you cannot see
You've tried to figure out the reasons
Why it's so hard for you to breathe everytime his around
But still, unexplainable

Because from the moment he left
Is the moment you froze
The moment he said his final goodbye
Is the moment you feel those tears fell.

You cried, you scream, you even passed out
You wanted it to go out
You even wanted it to throw up
But these pain kept on slapping you the truth
That the man that you have loved before
Will never be yours anymore

I
write
about
that
which
I
do
not
understand,
in
hopes
that
maybe­
I'll
come
close
to
understanding.

I worship your ghost
And I look for your shadow
But I've forgotten
That I'm the phantom
Running along the corridor
Searching.....
For my broken heart
That you keep in a jar
Too many pieces
Of bleeding love
You stored
Too many bottles of life
You've ripped out
Where's mine?!
I fall down to the floor
Drowning with frustration
Choked with anger
Knowing......
I'm just another additional art
Of the broken heart you've collected

-Jessa

Does every night consummate in **** and *******?
Is all innocence lost?
Can I find a twinkling of a care for purity in my soul?
Or am I lost in the throws of death?

And what will it get me but a few strokes of joy
Followed by the degradation of my heart.

W-o-m-a-n calls to me…
Do I answer her cry for me.
My imagination is spinning a tale
That will make me reason to pop open my laptop by my bed.

Jesus said:
“Couldn’t you men keep watch with me for one hour?” he asked Peter.
“Watch and pray so that you will not fall into temptation.
The spirit is willing, but the flesh is weak.”

So too must I stay awake and fast and pray
until this desire goes away
just as the flesh dies.