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Jam Apr 2015
"It's been a few hours," you said,
"I feel fine."
But the crash didn't take your life,
It took mine.
Well mine and some others,
A family of four.
As the bumpers collided,
The windshield became my door.
While I take my last breaths,
On this pavement death bed,
I watch you get out of the car,
Walking, crying, shaking your head.
Four bubbling drinks,
Took five important lives.
I can only hope the next time you take a sip,
Those bubbles stab at your memory like knives.
Jam Apr 2015
and after drinking 5 nights in row
and after not remembering some
i laugh it off
"i'm ok with who i've become"

but that isn't the truth
we all know it
we've lost our youth
and try not to show it
Jam Mar 2015
forgive yourself
everyone makes mistakes
it happens
relax
slow down
try again

and although these phrases can come out my mouth
I ache trying to fathom how they can be applied
Jam Mar 2015
There is nothing better than setting skies,
Or the way you smile with your tired eyes.
When our fingers hug and our knuckles kiss
When you trace my skin, moments like this are something I'll miss.
Don't forget me once you are gone,
Know I'll be thinking of you at dusk and at dawn.
Jam Mar 2015
the air gets cold, my lips turn blue
my insides burn just thinking of You
apprehensive, anxious, angry and stressed
reaching for nothing, extremely depressed

i can see You, but i cannot feel
i can hear You, but i'm not sure it's real

why can't we talk when You're just steps away?
at first You called it love, but we are strangers after today

when i see You, i'll have to press my lips together,
just so a hello doesn't escape
but what if it did, what would You say?
would You run up and hold me?
or just run away
Jam Mar 2015
Imagine This:
Open window, smell of the sea
Your arm around my stomach, pulling closer to me.
The white sheets tangled at our feet,
The perfect harmony of our heart beats.

Your pointer finger drawing a line-
First my neck, then my shoulder, tracing my spine
The hills of my ribcage, the curve of my waist,
Settling on the place you have so often chased.

You got it, it's yours, are you happy?
I really hope so.
I gave it, it's yours, am I happy?
I really don't know.

— The End —