jessie

jessie Mar 2015

poetry

ive taken up poetry

part of me thinks
maybe
if i can articulate a beautiful enough poem,
youll realize how beautiful
what we had
truly was

jessie Mar 2015

Untitled

i run for miles and miles
i can feel the muscles in my legs tearing and healing
stronger than ever
and the miles get easier

i miss you day after day
i can feel my heart breaking everytime you cross my mind
if the heart is a muscle
then why does it get harder and harder to miss you so?

jessie Mar 2015

Untitled

touch me
it doesnt matter where
or how
i just need to know im still conscious
still alive
i have been numb for such a time
that even to feel pain would be sublime

jessie Mar 2015

the seasons

Being with you was the sweetest summer
not a cloud in the sky obstructing the lovely warmth shining down on us
it seems we must have been meant for each other
for I've never experienced such a brilliant summer as the one i spent with you

so where did the storms come from?
they held off for so long, let us get so used to the sunshine
before sweeping over and banishing the warmth and light

it is winter now
the darkness has passed and the sun still shines
but its all cold now

soon will be spring
the world will thaw and hopefully
so will we

Mar 2015

Sour Patched Kid

run.

I want to run
feel the sunshine on my back
as I sprint down the western highway
footfall upon footfall
the sun will not fall
instead it leads me onward perpetually
like a guiding hand
Letting me know
it's okay to run
and never look back

Mar 2015

Sour Patched Kid

She Loves Me Not.

I would have loved
to know
you searched the way
I did
That you dug for
every bit
there was to know
about me
That you scoured pages
upon pages
to see if there
was anything
you were missing from
my biography
That you hammered out
my name
in every search engine
known to
man That you wanted
to know
who I was connected
to and
how we were connected
That you
refreshed my social media
pages several
times per day just
to see
if there was anything
I forgot
to tell you. That
you calculated
the likelihood of my
emotions based
on the time and
what I
had been posting That
you thought
about my motives for
every post
every article every store
every movie
every question every curse
every call
every text every word
That you
spent at least some
of your
days completely cocooned in
the possibility
that I may be
someone entirely
different than who you
know just
for the sake of
wanting to
think about me further.
That you
might get so lost
in me
that you forget to
get lost
in you

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