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 Jun 2014 Jayme M Yaroch
Jenn Yeo
Every night you walked alone
at 6 pm or 6 am
or anywhere in between
The destination was unknown
but that not what bothered me
It wasn't where, what or who
but mainly why
parts of me believe it was that you were wondering where everything had went wrong
or that you needed something to feel alive
or maybe you were just looking for something
or maybe you were just trying to run away
but those are moments with only you and the world
your feet with the empty street
and breathing in the air
and I am so envious of all the nights you've shared
because it's then you don't hide or pretend like I know you do
The wall is dropped and the truth comes through
One day I'll stay up all night and wait for you to pass me by
And it will just be the world, you and I
And all the secrets you've revealed to the night
I will know too, and invite you inside
Because maybe you won't need to wonder, need, look or run anymore.
Maybe you just needed someone to listen but you only had the sleeping world.
Am I worthless?
Am I rude?
Am I dimwitted?
Am I belligerent?
Am I stupid?
Am I unrealistic?
Am I animal?
Am I satanic?
Am I destructive?
Am I corrosive?
Am I *******?
Am I abusive?
Am I putrid?
Am I lazy?
Am I selfish?
Am I narcissistic?
Am I devilish?

If I am who you tell me to be,
I am all these things.
Inaniloquent Definition: Speaking foolishly; saying silly things.
Led by delusion in blinders,
Stilled by shackles on my hands and silenced with a *******.
This life is lived locked on the wrong side of the bullet proof glass.
Half truths are the only truth.
Every coin, every story, has only one side.
The path before, and for miles behind me, is filled with glass and burning coals.
My mind is free, but what point does it serve?
My auto biography is a lie, redacted by the masters of the universe.
This is my world.
This catatonic existence is self made.
 Jun 2014 Jayme M Yaroch
cr
you ripped my heart
out of my chest and swallowed
it whole on a day where the
sun shone brightly; despite the
clouds hanging over
my head, there's still
a sunburn where you
used to

touch me.
i can't decide if i hate you for hurting me yet.
I knew I was hungry,
But I didn't know satiation like you existed.

I was happy with what I was being served, before I'd tasted luxury.

You're corned beef hash across from a plain cheeseburger.

I've never had you before, but you're familiar.
I've searched for this flavor.

Now I've gotten a taste, I'm hungry again.

Don't let me starve.
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