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Jaz Jan 2014
When you said that
You were sorry,
When you said that
You were going to be
A worser friend,
When you said
All that all then,

I never expected it this way.
Jaz Jan 2014
They say if you corner a dog,
It would fight back.

What they never told you was:
They crushed it, and killed it,
Made sure it never fought back again.
Jaz Jan 2014
I've gotten myself a secret chest
Full of letters that won't lie.
Stored inside would be all me,
I'd write until I die.
They'd be filled with words I never said
To you to you and you.
They're everything I ever loved,
They're everything I ever hated,
They're everything I felt


Whilst you were gone.
Finally got myself a journal to cope with things.
I think I need it.
Jaz Jan 2014
I burned her name into my mind,
Saved the cage even though the bird flew away.
I recall her form like the rolling waves
But I still miss her so again today.

The way she smiled was warm as summer,
Just her presence livened my soul.
But as days grew by I saw a lonely bird,
In the cage was an estranged ghoul.

So I let it go and let it free,
Though inside hoping it'd stay with me.
My friend rejoiced as she flew away,
And I still miss her so again today.

I thought she was a companion for life.
For her I was elated, yet not so,
I can only hope she does ever return
Cos I never really let go.
"A forest bird never wants a cage"
— Henrik Ibsen
Jaz Jan 2014
It makes me happy
That you're happy.

Yet kind of jealous too.
Jaz Jan 2014
It burdens me.

Because I know something happened
In that short span of time
While I was away.

Things always happen while I'm away.
Usually bad things.
I wish I was never away.

But I was.

And this huge tidal wave came crashing down.
All I'm left with when I return is
The sight of debris and destruction,
Things I cannot fix.

Things that are so mashed up
I can't see anything anymore.

And yet,
I see everything.

An emptied soul,
A broken world,
An isolated girl I still dearly love.
Jaz Jan 2014
I am part of a long branch that
Stems from a
Very poisonous tree.

I am the fruit of the fourth wife,
The illegitimate and the shamed.

A few generations down the stalk,
You'd find me:
A cursed seed
That was never meant to be planted,
That was never meant to exist,
But has and will now plague the soil

*Forevermore.
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