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Jade Elon Apr 2014
3 easy ways to die;
  1. Have a cigarette daily.
[ die  10  years  earlier ]
2.  Drink  alcohol  daily.
[ die  30  years  earlier ]
3. Fall in love with someone
who doesn't love you back.
[ y o u ' l l - d i e - e v e r y d a y ]
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TEN WAYS TO DEAL WITH A BROKEN HEART
1. pour yourself some scotch gulp it down and then cry about how you never loved that '*****' anyway or for the the ladies pour a glass of wine and cry about how you wasted the 'best' 4 years of your life with him
2. go shopping at stores you know they hated and pick up that plaid **** with the ugly collar
3. go shopping at stores you know they love (most likely a trendy boutique or something) on MWF because that's when they get new shipments in wearing your new, ugly, resentful, plaid shirt
4. go to that action movie you really wanted to see alone and get the biggest tub of popcorn you can because she would've hated it or rent the latest chick flick cocoon yourself on you couch (not because your bed that still smells like him) and eat all the ice-cream possible
5. creep through their Facebook twitter and instagram 3 weeks later see pictures of them out partying start posting old pictures of yourself before you met 4 years ago on that sunday
6. go walk your dog in the dog park have it **** on your shoes and remember the only reason you bought that ******* god was for the person you wasted your last 4 years with
7. take up smoking to deal with the stress and because 'someone' made you stop and you pray to god that they catch you doing it on the street one day and that they care.
8. run into them in the store one day hand in hand with someone who isn't nearly as good looking as you whose voice is annoying who doesn't glare at you with malice like thought they would Lie say your here to buy soup for your new significant other whose sick say it's a pretty recent relationship not 'Facebook official' yet Laugh Walk Away Look back at the pair and realize you've been replaced by Someone Better
9. go on a bar crawl wake up in a strangers bed regret your choices Do it again the next day
10. lay in bed with your new lover watch them sleep and have their face occasionally switch into that good for nothing who you wasted the last 2 years getting over brush your lovers hair out of their eyes reach over to the nightstand for paper and pen start to write love poetry about that good for nothing you're still in love with
I've never been in love but this is for those who are dealing with heart break
Jade Elon Apr 2014
If my mother read my poems
She would think I was in love.
I'd have to explain to her
"How could I be in love with anyone if I can't even love myself?"
If even the thought of love makes me sick
To the point I feel like going days without eating
Humanity has a notion of love
It's all consuming
             all powering
      all people want
But if I can't care for myself
How is it right that others expect me to care for them?
My mother, if I were to line my body
With my favorite quotes and phrases and lyrics,
Would think I was in love
But aren't love and hate closely alined?
Coiling around your body and gripping you till you don't know yourself
From your obsession
If my mother read my poems
She'd think I was in love
So deep in love that I've lost myself
So deep in love that I've found myself
So deep in love that I never had a self to begin with

If you see my mother read my poems.

*You'll see her cry
  Apr 2014 Jade Elon
Circa 1994
she wrote her number on a cigarette.
three days later I inhale smoke as the numbers burn away.
the pile of ash on the ledge of the balcony is the only proof that she ever existed.
if she doesn't exist then I can't miss her.
I didn't lose her because she was never here.

but the smoke feels heavy in my lungs
and that's proof enough.
it felt as though those digits were swirling around,
choking me
so that with every cough I ingrained the memory of her deeper in my mind.

*she's gone. she's gone. she's gone.
Jade Elon Apr 2014
One day
Soon
I'll wake up
And not
Reach for
Your side
Of the
Bed
Jade Elon Apr 2014
Somedays I wonder
What you'd be like
Underneath the night sky
I've never been in
Love with anything
The way I love the
Breeze in the evening
You told me once that
I was heartbreaking
While I was cocooned in
Your sweatshirt telling
Myself lies
You see
The problem with pretty
Girls is that they don't
Wear their hearts on
their sleeves
That they speak sweetly and lie
Softly and kiss with
Their eyes open
They give a little and they
Get a lot
You told me that I was
Heart breaking
With my coined face
And pretty ways and
Lovely smile
I told you that you were
Heart breaking

*You walked away.
Jade Elon Apr 2014
Someone once said
"It's easy to take off your clothes and have ***. People do it all the time . But opening up your soul to someone, letting them into your spirit, Thoughts, fears, future, hopes, dreams...that is being naked."
The impression of your fingers are indented on to my sides.
Your fingerprints tattooed into my forearms.
The silence, the baited breaths.
Sometimes I wonder what it would've been like if I laid still and breathed deeply. If I'd closed my eyes and watched fireflies flash on the other side Of my eyelids. I wonder what it would've been like to breath deeply and lie sweetly and forget. But mistakes make the person.
I roll over.
You look at me.
You blink.
*And it's like all the stars in your eyes died.
extended edition of laying down
Jade Elon Apr 2014
You look at me
You blink
and
It's like all the stars
In your eyes
Died
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