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Jessica Smith Sep 2014
Your room is hardly furnished
In the way the soul kids live
Where everything fits in a backpack
A copy of fear and loathing
And 5000 songs on one playlist.
I have never felt so
    "god you're incredible"
As I do with you.
I've never slept in one position
On your arm
For an entire night.
Then I become a girl and think
Of things I'd never tell you.
Like how beautiful our kids would be.
Or that I refuse to love you because
I know I'll hurt you.
The way I hurt everyone.
Suddenly. Harshly. When you
Love me the most.
Jessica Smith Sep 2014
Mine eyes are cold behind the blue.
I tell you so you know you cannot reach
what I will not hand you.
I don't like any sort of it
or us
or you
involving me.
I am my own and choose to stay that way.  

Once when I belonged to someone supposedly unhurtful
he was hurtful.  And I don't trust
because it's silly. I don't care
because it's convenient. And if any part of you
can think it can change any part of me
it's not a challenge
it's a warning.

I will give you one but twice
is not my responsibility
and third is just your fault because I told you.
I told you that all I am is blue.
I am blue and eyes and soul and
none of it belongs to you or ever will.
Jessica Smith Sep 2014
The rain makes you look so
pretty. The way you hold your
head like a cocked crane, but
slightly. Always looking up at me even
though you're taller. idontknow how you did it.
But you managed me
exactly when I wouldn't let you.
Jessica Smith Mar 2014
I've never been anything defined,
a cloud.
Waiting and hating inside,
out loud.
I've never felt the shifting of colors,
change.
I love everything individually, singularly,
insane.

— The End —