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Aug 2015 · 742
4:27 am
Jenna Moulton Aug 2015
I lay awake and wonder how you can miss holding someone you've never touched, taste lips you've never kissed, loved someone you've never met. I wonder how you can be so close to me yet so far across the earth. I wonder if when I'm awake at 4:27 am thinking of you, you're at lunch thinking of me. I wonder how I could go my whole life not knowing you existed, only to find that you do more than live. You opened a chamber locked in my heart, weakening my soul for you to fill me will love and knowledge of the fire within your eyes and fears behind your smile. Your beautiful body and curve of your nose exposed yourself to be loved; for me to love you harder than anyone before our time.
Apr 2014 · 293
Jenna Moulton Apr 2014
I feel like I have to force you to be my friend. You only talk to me when there is no one else around to talk to you. Every once in a while you tell me I'm you "best friend," and that you love  me and love how I've stuck around when "no one else was there." Exactly. I have been here for you through everything. You should treat me like I actually mean something to you. I know it's hard for you to open up to people at first, but you have been in my life for a year now, and that is long enough for me to find out all your weird traits and childhood stories. So don't you dare say I make you "anxious," because we all know that's not the case. You're so fake. You led me on to believe you loved me for 9 months, then decided you were straight and never liked me, only to find out you were dating my first love. Why I'm still you're friend? Honestly I have no idea. Maybe because I was genuinely happy for those 9 months, and I fell in love. And I know it's hard to pretend you don't have a crush on someone, but when you're in love with someone who is supposed to be you're best friend.. that's impossible. I'm done.
Apr 2014 · 439
Jenna Moulton Apr 2014
In August of this past year, I was hospitalized for suicidal interaction. After being in countless institutions and fits of screams, I have entered recovery. I may never be the same.. but there were a handful of people involved in my remission, and because of them, I am here today. I hope to open the minds of sick children and wandering adults. As a young girl, I have a bright future of writing and love.
This isn't exactly poetry, but I want to share with you about who I am. Please, if anyone out there needs some reason, I am always happy to talk(:
Apr 2014 · 425
Jenna Moulton Apr 2014
Whoever decided how poetry is written?
What lines have to rhyme?
How many syllables are necessary?
Epic, sonnet, eulogy, haiku..
Who the hell cares any who?
How about we just do what we do?
We paint the picture of love
The picture of death
Or even the painting of how butterflies don't see their own beauty
Whatever wonder, way, or hope
If you have passion,
Your poetry is enough for me.
Apr 2014 · 243
Darkness Awaits
Jenna Moulton Apr 2014
The moon never asks to disappear
But still we live in constant fear
That it will go away and never come back
Leaving the world drenched in black

You're the star
I'm the darkest night
Mar 2014 · 313
Jenna Moulton Mar 2014
Rain runs down my face
As I'm walking all alone.
Not many people have been in my place
Where your house is not a home.
Nov 2013 · 496
Anxiouse World
Jenna Moulton Nov 2013
All I'm doing is sitting here
trying to get over and face my fear
Over and over the cycling twists
Till you give up and slit your wrists

No one could ever understand me
How's it's impossible to be free
The world is so terrifying
In my head I'm already dying

Just get through one more day
Before anxiety makes me decay
I'm a broken, beaten soul
And it's official, depressions taken its tole
Nov 2013 · 824
I still love you..
Jenna Moulton Nov 2013
I still love you.
Said the girl, as she cries herself to sleep.
I still love you .
Said the girl, as her heart disintegrates.
I still love you.
Said the girl, who looks oh so weak.
I still love you.
Said the girl, who will always sit and wait.
I still love you.
Said the girl, as she began to cut her wrists,
I still love you.
Said the girl, who's sadness can't be missed.
I still love you.
Said the girl, as her tears roles down her cheek.
I still love you.
Said the girl, colour in her face is bleak.
I still love you.
Said the girl, as she gained her angel wings.
I still love you.
Said the girl, as she met our only king.
I still love you.
Said the girl, as she looks down on your face.
I still love you.
Said the girl, every minute, every day, every place.

— The End —