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Jennifer Cheung May 2010
Each beat of my heart
courses all your love
  into my blood. (Blood.)

And with every blink,
I send you a kiss.
  Can... can you feel them?

I find a faint scent
reminds me of you...
  happens to you too?

A reciprocal;
yours to my being.
  You make me feel whole.

Each day how I long
to hear you whisper
  a simple, "hello..."
Written May 4th, 2010. (May the 4th be with you)
Jennifer Cheung May 2010
Those

who have used his gift

see they must give

          Him what we want

to yield the trip

most near

the blue above
Written on January 28, 2010 with poetry magnets

Originally here:  http://jenniferc.tumblr.com/post/357679401
Jennifer Cheung May 2010
In my own skin,
I fit like a glove.
In my own skin,
I look as I always have.
In my own skin,
I look in the mirror
And see someone unfamiliar.

I slip into my skin,
And it irritates my entire being.
I slip into my skin,
And I feel like I’m sinking.
I slip into my skin,
And for so long I wriggle
In order to lessen the struggle.

I move in my skin,
And the material chafes all over.
I move in my skin,
And the resistance grows stronger.
I move in my skin,
And it doesn’t seem changed at all
To those who don’t look and never see me fall.

In my own skin,
I fit like a glove.
In my own skin,
I look as I always have.
In my own skin,
I’m screaming for my life,
and no one’s here to listen.
Written on my 17th birthday, November 11, 2009
Jennifer Cheung May 2010
He is nothing.

No more shall he be my beloved,

No more shall he control my actions.

Stop.

He is no longer my anything.

He shall now be only a regret,

In turn for a memory.

Let go.

He is nothing.

Days spent remembering,

Now were spent in vain.

For the memories have now gone,

In return for something sweet.

Regret turns to remorse,

then anger and hate.

Revenge I first see

In the eyes of this man.

He is nothing.

No more to me.

No more to any one.

He is nothing.

Nothing.

Him.
Written May 31st, 2009
Jennifer Cheung May 2010
Time is running out
Pressure starts to build up and
Things begin to change

So inconvenient
To have so much going on
Oh, what have I done?

“Darling, it’s crunch time
Please excuse my attitude
Times are getting rough

Don’t take it that way
You know that it’s for the best
Please don’t hate me”

I stopped wanting you
Don’t have the heart to say it
You’re just like the rest

Things don’t change for me
I’m just not that person now
“Don’t say you’re sorry”

That you scream at me
I can not understand why
You’d hurt me like that

Time flies by, we change
But at least I think we do
I have, anyway

You’re disappointed
I’ll look back and remember
You almost loved me
Written April 16, 2009

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