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Jack Jenkins Jun 2017
Battle cries drown out
The need for love
In life
  Jun 2017 Jack Jenkins
TreadingWater
you <<< remind me
of
this girl
i used to love; one fall
when i fe
                 ll
for ^her ^words
& her song
tr _ ip _ , _ ping a _ lon _ g
there was ever so
M _ u _ cH
to | say |
untiltheday
she .wouldn't. speak.
{at all}
&  i 》headed 》
home
tomywaves & mysand
with-a-question-mark
& the nerve to write
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#poems
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     * her
Jack Jenkins Jun 2017
There was a time words were seen in colors
I saw many hues and saturation
tones and shades were not hidden
until you decapitated my heart

I gave you everything I had, not just a little
My heart, my soul, my words, my actions
I trusted you and you took it for granted
cast me aside when I needed you most

You were the one that I pursued relentlessly
I made sure I loved you 'til I bled
& at first sight of blood you fled
because you're at war with love

and after the scars you've given me
I wish I had never met you
never been in your life
because you broke me
discarded me
left me

i cant even hate you...
I did everything I could to save our friendship, but you're always at war with love. So I hope you're okay and I never want you in my life again. You're not the person that I knew. Always remember you're the one that left, called it quits. Don't ever forget that.
  Jun 2017 Jack Jenkins
Sandoval
I was not born a

poet.

I was broken into

one.


*Sandoval
Jack Jenkins Jun 2017
You've moved on
You're living life
I'm still counting days
Since my heart died

the pain
the numbness
the subtle suffering


I've lost track
How many days?
I know you're gone
Never coming back

the lonesome tears
the fragrance you left on my heart
the empty beds


Just know I miss you
My wish upon stars
Sparkle of gold
Killer of my heart

*the shock of loss
the bitterness of loss
why did I lose you?
Jack Jenkins Jun 2017
I have a thousand and one
                       questions
yet my words break
              before they speak
they shatter
    but I am never made whole
even when I lay these
     words on the paper canvas
drawing
  captivating with a broken
                              heart

everything feels like its
       a fractal
invisible to the naked eye
               but still existing
       like heat from the sun
wind sailing through the air
it is a broken thing inside me
         this heart
this soul has seen too much
    but the show
                       must go on
I'm not entirely sure why I am still in this life, or why I continue to believe writing everything will stop the pain. I'm uncertain of many things anymore, and people tell me everything works for a purpose. But my faith is too wounded right now.
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