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Jack Jenkins Dec 2016
The place I hold in my heart for you
Is chillingly, hauntingly, painfully empty.
I kept it for you, only for you
No other woman would do.
It's weathered a lot of storms
But I never let it deform.
And I waited, keeping everything fixed
You never came, our love is unmixed.
Now I'm here, alone in this house I built
For you, and only for you
No other woman will do.
I'm tired of waiting, now debating
To turn off the no vacancies sign
And let someone else in.
I guess my love for you is a limited time offer, now.
Written 17 January 2016
Jack Jenkins Dec 2016
Beat me up and break my skin
But I will not give in.

Tear my flesh and break my teeth
But I'm not going beneath.

Slash my heart and pierce my soul
But I won't go in that hole.

Put me in a casket and bury me
It won't make a difference, I refuse to flee.

I won't back down ever.
Written 16 January 2016
Jack Jenkins Dec 2016
I see you, your life, your love, your pain...
I swear I'm looking in a mirror.
Because you and I are so alike
I think if we switched lives we would still be the same.
I'm yin and you're yang even though I'm yang and you're yin.
If you and I were mirrors, we would create infinity in our reflections.
Written 15 January 2016
Jack Jenkins Dec 2016
I Wish my heart
Would figure out
What it wants
Written 15 January 2016
Jack Jenkins Nov 2016
This is the truth I forgot
And the lie that I bought
Exchanging my life for a broken path
And getting hurt in the aftermath
Leads me down a road of wrath.

I'm better than this, for sure
Even I'm a little bit impure
Hoping to be secured
Knowing I'm ensured
Of a life eternal
Worth a million broken hearts.
Written January 15 2016
Jack Jenkins Nov 2016
What monster are you?
I'm like a werewolf every full moon.
I'm the best type of person everyday.
Someone you can admire and compliment.
Polite, kind, humble...
But every now and then I transform
Into a beast I cannot control.

Howling at the moon
Yearning for blood
Seeking prey to consume.

So be aware, as well as cautious
Lest you become my next meal.
Added 15 January 2016
Jack Jenkins Nov 2016
I'm curious
And I love being curious.
But curiosity killed the cat.
Which means curiosity is a murderer.
The cat only wanted to know what things meant
So curiosity gave her shoes of cement
And threw her in the river to prevent
The ugly past of curiosity from being exposed.
Now that the cat is dead, no one will know.
Written 14 January 2016
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