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Jenn Yeo Apr 2015
I have to wonder if anyone wants to hear a 18 year old girl write about death as if she knows something on the topic.
Well death has touched me, in fact, death has kissed me.
Death wanted to **** me even, no word of a lie.
Death is flirtatious and comes on a little strong. He had his hand down my pants before he knew why he liked me.
He said the scars on my arms were a little too inviting.
His breath on my neck felt sweeter than you'd believe it to be.
I am young, but not naive. I knew he had plans and I knew what he wanted to do with me.
Jenn Yeo Apr 2015
I will write about doing what's right against what you want and doing what you want against what is right. About the truth about love. The truth about life. The simple yet heartbreaking things we move on from but never forget. The what if's; the most complicated we humans came up with. We understand it but never respect it. The so close's, the almost's, the goodbyes and the reasons why. Human nature. Human love. Who's to say what's right or wrong? What's the bigger risk: to go all in or to never go at all? I will write about what to do and maybe find the answer. Realizing you know the truth but never wanted to say it out loud. Saying it out loud and how does it feel? Is 17 too young to feel love, real love? Is it worth dying for? What is worth dying for? I don't know what I'm saying any more.
Jenn Yeo Feb 2015
I don't think there will ever be a day when you call my name and I don't run
My eyes burn red and it hurts my head because you are who you swore you'd never become
Every night I dream of you, do you hear my screams?
Every night I pray for you, do you hear my pleas?

I don't think there will never be a day my heart won't break
it's been seven years, hundreds of wounds and new hands to shake
*I scream until there's nothing left, am I in your dreams?
I plea for you to hang around, but do you pray for me?
Jenn Yeo Jan 2015
It's been two weeks since I've last took a breath
My face is blue and there's pains in my chest
It's been two weeks since I've opened my mouth
Even why I try nothing comes out
It's been two weeks since I've been able to think straight
I've been flooded with thoughts that chain me to my bed by my waist
It's been two weeks I've been holding back
I'm fighting myself from approaching you, it's all that you asked
It's been two weeks and I've been spending everyday worrying that you think I'm fine with this
When you're all that I need and all that I miss
It's been two weeks and I've been trying to find the words
To tell you I'm sorry and it's my fault for all the hurt
It's been two weeks and soon it'll be a month, a year and then a lifetime and I don't know how I'll get through
But you said it was best and I've always had my trust in you
I can't write anymore but my heart still breaks the same
Jenn Yeo Dec 2014
I guess I shouldn't be surprised things are ending the way they are
We're a natural disaster, I've known for some time now
You can call us a hurricane or earthquake, it doesn't really matter
We'll still be life altering, faith shattering and pain enduring
At the same time you can't deny how incredible we are
but we always leave nothing left, not even for ourselves.
Jenn Yeo Nov 2014
A perk of winter I've found is having to wear long sleeves
Because no one would think to ask what's underneath
Jenn Yeo Nov 2014
It was because when they left, the secrets I told them didn't stay planted in the bed of our conversations. They pulled them out to take them along and I had to watch them shake the dirt from the roots we had grown
It was because their rough hands burned my skin like acid and their words put holes in me like cigarettes though fabric and I had to bend down to clean up the ashes but it just stained the carpet
It was because they broke heart into a millions of pieces and I was forced to put it back together without any adhesive and when I had nothing and begged for a reason all was quiet from the sky
It was because the sorry's were meaningless and the I love you's accidental
Because who knew love was so detrimental
Because if this was you I think I'd finally go mental
Now do you understand?
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