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 Mar 2015 Jayd Green
Laura Haze
I swallow 20mg a day
I stay quiet next to you
I don't tell you you're the most beautiful thing I've seen in months
I know you're hungry
You don't eat your mother’s dinner
You eat me instead
I'm trying to find a way to tell you that your a heaven sent angel with a fat halo
But you grab at me and I can't speak clearly
My life with you have been episodes of this:

Departure, love, destruction and departure again
I scream you want it
you asked for it
you stood in my doorway wanting me
drawn to me like moth to a flame
Just come here again
Let me turn you over and hurt you again
 Mar 2015 Jayd Green
ㅡjatm
did you ever see
someone who
is so beautiful
and astonishing
that you can't breathe?
that is you, love
and i miss you,
especially your smile
that's sweet as candy,
and im craving
a gaze from your
hazel brown eyes.
(j.a.t.m)
I miss him so much, my heart is aching for him.
 Feb 2015 Jayd Green
somun
one
 Feb 2015 Jayd Green
somun
one
one mind is need,
one think is need,
one eye is need,
one hope is need,
one thought is need,
for understanding Love!
love.
 Feb 2015 Jayd Green
kilo
Oh, Well
 Feb 2015 Jayd Green
kilo
Like my hand
inside the mirror,
I'm going at this
all wrong.

Looking at the sky
like down a hole;
there's nothing  at the bottom
except my mind.

Sleeping next to walls
just to feel support,
we focus on the silence
'til we fall apart.

Searching for the keys
heading toward the door,
we're pulling out our pockets.

Let's go anywhere.

Falling into cracks
and sorting through
the folds between our bodies
just to find you.

Hidden in the space
that rests between
our two little heads
contemplating.

Oh, Well.
Oh, Hell.
 Feb 2015 Jayd Green
RH
His lips are clean
Of coffee breath
And cigarettes

His hands are clean
From holding hands
And one night stands.

His shoes are clean
Of ***** stains
From liquor chains.

Yet his tongue,
Indulged in lies
Promises turned into goodbyes.

His mind is a clutter
His lips have uttered
Names of girls who do not matter.
AB //STAIN// ED. Get it? No matter how clean the boy in the poem may appear to be, he still has something that stains him. I don't know. It's 12;30AM, I need sleep.
 Feb 2015 Jayd Green
ally m
she read and read and read and read
until her eyelids didn’t let her anymore,
until she found comfort in the dark behind the baby-blue of her eyes.

she danced and danced and danced and danced
until her hips hurt from all the sways,
until drunken eyes left her body,
until they showed her what she wanted.

she kissed and kissed and kissed and kissed
until his warm lips turned plump,
until she admitted to herself that she wished it was him instead,
until she realized she didn’t want his lips that were fatal and she was dying.

she let and let and let and let hands do anything on her body
until she wished for at least one of the touches to be warm
until she wished for it to ignite the bloom in her lungs and burn what he left in it.

she didn’t sleep.
Words spill quietly down my ribs.
Dip between every vertebrae,
Spread across awakening skin.

Morning, beautiful, mine.

You speak with wandering syllables,
Sliding vowels and unrolling tongue.

I respond like the ocean greeting the shore.

Smooth, deliberate, desperate.

Time slows, thighs spread
Mouths know, hips beg,
Bodies suspend.

Climbing, carrying, caught.

Palms reach, fingers extend.
With ragged words, once sleek and smooth,
You ask me who i am.

Yours, yours, yours.
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