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jess Feb 2018
scrolling through three different social media websites,
and hitting refresh for hours until there's nothing left to see
it's listening to music and forgetting the passage of time
it's being unable to sleep at four in the morning
it's waking up in the afternoon with a headache
and feeling empty,
because you had a dream that you weren’t alone
but when you woke up, there was no one there
it’s asking yourself constantly
if anyone would notice if you disappeared
it’s forgetting that you’re real, and true,
and you have needs, too
it’s january, after the holidays have passed
and the decorations have come down and the magic is lost
it's knowing you have so much you need to do,
so much you want to do,
but can't find the motivation to do it
it's losing your passion
it's walking through hallways but feeling like you're not there
it's trying to convince yourself
"there's nothing wrong with me"
it's going about the same routine,
over, and
over, and
over, again.
sleep,
wake up,
and then go to sleep again.
jess Feb 2018
my heart is full of love for you, my dear
oh, how it overwhelms, it overflows
please, i don’t want to see you shed a tear
do not worry about my hopeless woes

i know your love for me is not the same
it’s true, i must admit it is painful
as you and i play in this ceaseless game
it is fruitless and yet i am grateful

one day, you will leave me for someone else
i’m sure they will treat you better than i
just leave me be and take care of yourself
it doesn’t matter when we will both die

let us walk this tightrope of fragile love
until one of us goes from push to shove
Assignment to write a sonnet in my writing class. Kind of boring, but I managed.
jess Jan 2018
my body is out of sync with my mind
my brain?
that thing is on a different planet
hanging on by a thread.
my body?
it serves little purpose,
just a puppet that can only write,
and take up space.

a hollow shell of porcelain
a schism between here and there
i have left, i am gone
and there is no one there waiting for me.

my body rots, but my mind is ethereal,
floating in a nebula of printer ink,
out of sight,
out of mind.
jess Jan 2018
i pulled the petals off a daisy,
it told me "she loves me"
the flower lied, but so did you.

you said, "i won't let it get that far."
you said, "i love you, i'm not gonna forget about you."
you said, "i can't have a relationship right now."
you said, "work will get so busy during the summer."
you said, "maybe we could try again sometime."
and then you left me for someone else.

you stopped loving me.
you forgot about me.
you were never going to give me another chance.
you said, "i don't like you anymore, and i don't think i will anytime soon."
and that was the only truth.

the flower lied to me when i pulled off its petals,
when it said "she loves me"
when she really "loves me not"
but the flowers lies don't even compare to yours.
jess Jan 2018
the wheels on the bus go round and round
the kids on the bus talk and talk
racist remarks,
homophobic slurs,
inappropriate doodles,
driving me crazy
the music in my ears goes la la la
get me off this ******* bus
jess Jan 2018
there was a time when caterpillars crawled under my skin,
raised the hairs on my arms, sent shivers through my spine.
they creeped down my throat, and made a home in my stomach.
they obscured my vision underneath my eyelids.
they were inside my brain, fitting in between the cracks.
they spun their cocoons in my guts, and they waited, and they grew.
when i saw you, they sprouted anew.
they stretched their wings, and tried to fly.
in their claustrophobic space, they fluttered by the dozens.
i tried to keep my mouth closed tight so they couldn’t escape.
i let my lips open just once, and a single butterfly broke free.
its vibrant colors distracted and confused you.
before i knew it, i couldn’t hold them back anymore.
they flew out of my body and into the open air.
they surrounded our heads like a cloud.
i frantically tried to catch them, but it was too late.
i already had said too much.

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