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Jennifer Lynn Dec 2012
...we're a strange couple.

I love the way you smile
and how you laugh, how you
can make even my worst
days somehow
better.  How you
can allow me to feel once again
by just opening your eyes
and telling me about myself
in the grim reflection.

You're my best friend, I've
known you for years and years.  You
understand my hurts and flaws and victories
in ways beyond words; you
alone
know how I am
...and why.

When I am angry, you
quell the storm; you can
see into the pits of my raging darkness and
with a few simple words, douse the
flames.
When I am sad, you
can lift the sails; you know
all the secret panels which might
have burst open in the wind.
When I anger you, I know
what I've done and I feel
guilty.  You can make me see the
heart of my mistake with one simple
change of tone, a flick at the end of
each word -
to make me realize I am
a fool again, and that I feel
so sorry.

And when I am happy, you
alone
know fully why; you see the truth
behind the laughter
and I cannot keep secrets.  You breed
love with every breath.

You see my flaws and yet you invite me in.
You know my dangers, and yet you keep me here.
Jennifer Lynn Jun 2012
You held me tightly to your chest
Said you would never let me go;
You lost me deep within your words
But little did we know

That now the deed's been done
The cat's escaped our bag
We will hurt for what we've said
They will shred us into rags -

Get your hands off my throat
Don't try to strangle me
You know this thing is not my fault.
Shut up and let it be.

You didn't mean to claw me out
Didn't mean to push me down
Now you want to help me out,
But you're too late to save me now.

So just leave,
My wounds are gonna bleed
As soon as you remove your hands and run away.
Just go,
I'll leave a trail in the other direction
Give them something that they can follow.
As you run away,
Everything you wanted is going down the drain.

This is the feeding frenzy now,
They're here to find us out,
See what you started coming down.
This is the feeding frenzy now.
Jennifer Lynn Jun 2012
There is a bench in the back of my mind,
Where I like to come and sit.
Where the winds of my thoughts blow gently about,
but I don't have to
think about it.

I sit on this bench in a garden so sweet,
it smells of honey and dew;
the fragrance of dreams billows quietly here,
And I like smelling the roses,
too.

I come to this bench when I am angry or sad,
When I'd rather search clouds for shapes;
I grow trees in abundance and let honeybees roam,
mend broken ideas wrapped
'round old tapes.

This bench is my place for when I must hide -
Secret safe nobody shall find.
I surround it with good things and breaths of fresh air,
this bench at the back
of my mind.
Jennifer Lynn Jun 2012
What happened to the moments when
You and I could just sit still for a while?
Where did all the times go
When we could share a glance and smile?

Since when did you force me into the quiet
With all your stories, no questions asked?
Since when was my voice so hard to hear
That you don't listen when I share back?

Why are you growing so far away?
I just want to understand,
Where are you going and why leave?
Why has all we had become shifting sand?

Don't leave me here all by myself,
Please don't go away from me!
I don't want to be left here all alone
Where it's getting dark and I can't breathe.

What happened to all the days when
You would text me first just to say hello?
What happened to all those times when
We didn't have to plan, 'cause we'd both know?

How can I sit next to you and
Not even feel that you are near?
How can I be talking to you
Hear your laugh, and yet the silence is so clear?

Don't go away from me, not now
Not when I've been feeling so afraid.
Don't leave me alone, please not here,
Not while I'm scrambling just to remain.

Tell me how you've gone so silent over there.
Tell me why you're so close on the surface;
Say to me that no matter what you care.
Remind me that everything has a purpose...
Jennifer Lynn Jun 2012
I have reached the point where I
don't want to sleep.
It's not that I can't sleep - I
really am so very tired, and it's
rather late, the clock jumps in
leaps and bounds. As if
the halves of hours and the
chunks of ten
are swallowed by that easy
StumbleUpon button or maybe by
my brain.

This is the point of tired when
all the nightmares and daymares and
scary, lonely dreams-to-be
come lurking in strange
ways. When I
can't place the reason for this
uncanny loneliness eating at my soul.
I keep searching for something -
for anything, if I'm honest -
that will make me
laugh once more, then I
will surely sleep. But I
can't focus. And I can't find it.

I see my old friend, the one I
miss so much it hurts, but who
I haven't talked to in a while. I see
those phantom arguments that I
always win in the shower, and which I
would surely lose in reality. I see
all those moments in which pangs of
pain struck me, the ones that are
so easily ignored throughout the day,
and now they've piled up and I am
an insomniac.

I can't sleep.

— The End —