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Jan 2014 · 762
Every Sign
Jordan Frances Jan 2014
I missed every sign you may have displayed.
You are beautiful, your smile radiant.
And I thought you were the spitting image of perfection.
I even had a childish crush on you before I found out
You had a serious girlfriend.
I regarded you as royalty.

I honestly thought you had everything.
At that time, I was on top of the world too.
But I never will compare to your light.
On the outside, you had everything.
On the inside, you were dying.
And so was I.

I looked up to you,
You seemed to me a knight, a prince, a warrior.

I never expected that your pain would win the battle.
For Colin
Jan 2014 · 1.6k
Born In
Jordan Frances Jan 2014
I was born in a rich kid's body,
With a poor mentality.
I was born nonconventional
In a land full of people hoping to change me.
I was born a free spirit
Surrounded by clones.
And I was born an avalanche
As I have come far from infancy,
I have grown into my skin.
Jan 2014 · 718
Dependent
Jordan Frances Jan 2014
I need you pumping through my veins.
You are my emotional ******, my suicide.
Will you submerge my body in your sickness?
As you hold me against your chest.
So tight I can no longer gasp for air
Nor do I want to.

Stay here, lover
Hold me closer, leave me pining.
Soon enough the addiction will choke me out
But I will not die.

I love you's
And
I hate you's get passed around
Jumbled and mashed up between lips and covers
You are the venom that I want to consume me
Paralyze me, my darling
I long for it

Oh, the disease you infect me with
It is ever so tempting
And I am ever so inviting.
I'll let you in if you ask nicely
Again and again

The room spins
My body shivers at your touch,
As though I am holding my hand against a stove.

Our lungs burn,
Our inhibitions incinerate.
Our lives left in shambles
My heart bends
All for you, only here.

This place must be haunted.
Jan 2014 · 1.4k
Adrenaline
Jordan Frances Jan 2014
Can you hear that?
Swoosh, swoosh, thump, thump.
The blood rushes to your head
Until your ears can't stand the pounding.

Can you feel that?
The beating in your chest is accelerating.
A heart attack could be on the horizon.
Is it the fear of getting caught
Or the chase that excites me?

Can you taste that?
It's on the tip of your tongue
And seeping through every pour
And out of every outlet in your body.

Can you smell that?
The world around you melts fragrantly
Pick your poison, your sin, your vice
Whether it be *****, ***, addictive substances
Or some hearty combination of the three
And breathe it all in

Did you see that?
Every rule they tied me down with has been shattered.
You won't sleep tonight if you run with us.

But I guarantee you'll regret it in the morning.
Jan 2014 · 5.0k
No Place
Jordan Frances Jan 2014
No place for me at my house.
Yelling, expectations and failures take what should be mine.
I will never be good enough
And so I have been pushed to the side.

No place for me in your heart.
I ripped open my chest for you to see mine beating rhythmically,
And you pushed me away.
I have had to pack my bags and look elsewhere.

No place for me in my mind.
Thoughts of who I have become make me want to crumble.
I cannot think about myself for too long,
Or I will not survive.
I have a tiny one-room apartment in hope for the future.

No place for me in my church.
I have hidden my bisexuality from them,
Because it is not exactly smiled upon
In the conservative community.

No place for me in my town.
All these ******* look the same
With their money and clothes
And the fact that they couldn't care less.
And do not get me started on their Republican morals.

Will their be a place for me?
In the ripples and folds of time?
Can I ever find a place where I can stay for a while
And be accepted?

I guess that's why they build hotels.
Jan 2014 · 1.5k
The Crash
Jordan Frances Jan 2014
Beyond the moon and the stars,
Over the horizon,
Piercingly silent was a crash.
No one knew what it was.

Sinful or sacred?
Sane or insane?
They told me to choose my own adventure,
But told me it best not be with you.

You held me underwater
And I held you up on a pedestal.
The dangerous cocktail was brewing from the start.

We pushed and provoked,
I was kicking and screaming all along
You suffered oh so silently,
Like a bomb waiting to explode.
But all I wanted was you.
And you would not deny me that.

So vulnerable was I
So understanding were you
And you hacked the motherboard of my emotions.

My mind would say,
"Abandon ship!"
But my heart loved you more.

The lust, the sweat, the lies
Tangled in between sheets
And empty promises were left there,
Running from our mouths before we could catch them.

I showed you my heart
As the real me seeped through my pores
You kept yourself discrete.
That is, until you were angry.

I knew goodbye was coming,
But every time, it was not for real.
We would break up and then lust
And do things we could not take back.
Then forgiveness became my torturer.
The death of us was near.

It became a game,
Our sick little game.
We would poke each other to see
Who could cut the deepest
Without leaving a mark, a scar
Or any permanent damage.
But we can only play for so long.

Our final kiss, touch, ****
Did not come easily.
I could not bring myself to say goodbye.
I fought, but it was not enough.
You held on, but it was not strong enough.
So we let each other drift away.

A violent affair, stained red.
A love war, tainted with arsenic.
An emotional battle, like the tip of a needle
It came and touched my heart.

Beyond the moon and the stars,
Over the horizon,
Piercingly silent was a crash.
It was my pain, my curse, my love.
Jan 2014 · 498
Dreams
Jordan Frances Jan 2014
I dream of dead friends living.
The craziness of your life fills the room
And chokes me like a cigarette.

I miss you every day
Last night I dreamt you were still here
That you had not left this earth
Before your time has come.

I catch myself talking to God sometimes
I'll ask how you are doing
And if you're smile is lighting up heaven
Like it did this Earth.
Mind you, this is the only time I pray.

I dream of past circumstances.
The abuse that I was subject to in my childhood
Is as real as it gets in my dreams.

I dream of you hurting someone else,
Usually it happens to be my sister.
You finish with me, and then you take her in your car.

Although I am unaware if it happened,
It could have.
I dream out of guilt and fear.

I think they call those nightmares.
Jan 2014 · 550
ED
Jordan Frances Jan 2014
ED
I am the finger in your throat.
I want to be inside you.
I will keep you cute
The worst part is you know it.

You sick child.
You thought you could control me,
Put me in a box and keep me in the closet.
But now I control you.

Shaking, biting, convulsing, crying.
I make you do these things.
I own your body.
You poor thing, they say.
But I find no sympathy.

I have no emotion.
I make you impulsive and I laugh in your face.
I am only comparable to a sociopath.

You think that I'm gone now?
Oh darling, I am just below the surface
Waiting for you to slip up
Or for something disconcerting to happen to you.
Then I will come back full force.
And you will welcome me with open arms.

You will throw up your food before you digest,
All because you need "control"
You need to be "thin".
But you will never be good enough for me to go away.

I am the voice in your head saying,
"The scale is calling your name."
You try to block me out, but I am always there.

I am screaming in your ear
And when you scream back,
You will fall twice as hard
And there will be no one there to catch you.

Try to control me as you will,
Even with therapy,
I do not leave you.
I am a parasite, and you are my host.

I am **the Devil's agent.
Jan 2014 · 3.5k
The Art of Forgetting
Jordan Frances Jan 2014
I will not forget you.
Would I like to forget you? Or what you did to me?
Perhaps.  But I will not.
Do not.  Cannot.  Have not.

I do not forget you.
Certain places, touches, people
Remind me of you, of us, of that fateful day.
I did not forget you.

I have not forgotten you.
I cannot be near a farm without a memory
Invading my mind and my heart.
I cannot eat or smell a mushroom without flashbacks flooding through my head.
You put them there.

I cannot forget you.
I did not choose promiscuity, abusive relationships, or self-harm.
You chose them for me.
I did not choose to give it all away to some devilish boy cooing in my ear,
"I love you, Sarah."
But that was my new normal.

It is not normal.
And it is not now.

I once had hoped to forget you.
To block out the pain associated with your name.
I did not want anything to do with you.
I did not want to believe you hurt me.
I did not want to deal with the mess you left behind
While you gave into your own selfish impulses.

Now I do not choose to forget you.
I allow myself to feel the hurt when I need to.
I allow myself to mourn the loss of my innocence.
I allow myself to acknowledge that I am not completely "moved on"
And I let you be my motivation to help others.

I do not have to forget you.
I chose a life for myself in order to deal with it
Feminism, activism, writing.
And frankly,
That is quite okay with me.

— The End —