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243 · Jul 2014
Loneliness at 3 AM
Jordan Frances Jul 2014
This is
A poem for the late nights
Or are they early mornings in disguise?
A song for the lost girls
And the petty details in which they are lost
A letter to the ones who
Spend nights, days, weeks, years
Agonizing about the future
And running from their past
A few stanzas blended together
For the lovers that float in limbo
The ones who can't let go of some scattered connection
That is seemingly unknown to the rest of the universe.
This is
A couple of words bleeding onto paper
That don't tell the whole story at all
*The spaces, however, do.
243 · May 2014
Legacy
Jordan Frances May 2014
I thought it would be hard
To remember a person who has passed
As sick.
Luckily, I will never think of you
As anything less than wonderful.
But what if
You cannot remember me that way?

I was ill
The last time you saw me.
I was addicted
The last time we got together.
All I want
Is for you to see me recovered.

You never knew
What I was doing to myself.
It kills me inside
That the last time I was at your house
I spent half the time in the bathroom
Purging.

I was never happy
And you must have seen that shift in my character.
It makes me want to pull my hair out
When I think about
Who I am
And who I was
When the eating disorder monster
Had me in her jealous claws.

Sticking a finger down my throat
Never made it better.
And I wish you could remember me
In recovery
Not in the throws of addiction.
I wish I could leave a legacy
Like the one you left with me.
For Grandpa, I'm sorry you never got to see me get better.
240 · Jul 2014
New Philosophy (7 w)
Jordan Frances Jul 2014
I love ***,
But I hate love.
236 · Apr 2014
Now
Jordan Frances Apr 2014
Now
Before, you were here.
Before, you sang the "Eerie Canal Song"
Every time we were together.
Before, you always called me stretch
Which is ironic
Because I have never been tall.
Before, when you smiled at me
And I knew exactly what it meant.
Before, when I was sick
You always were there to take care of me.
Before, even when you snapped at me
I knew we would be joking around fifteen minute later.
Before, I wanted to keep your view of me
Immaculate and squeaky clean.
Before, even when I didn't know anything
I knew you would be there, cheering me on
Even when you were hundreds of miles away.
Before, I knew you would never leave.

That was then
This is now.
Now, you're gone.
And I don't know anything anymore.

Now, you're not around
Now, I feel so guilty because we're here
And you're somewhere drifting in some other atmosphere
That some people call Heaven.
Before, I used to believe that Heaven was somewhere
Way beyond the space we know
And that the streets were lined with gold
Because that's what I was told.
Now, I just don't know.

Now, we're living our lives on Earth
Now, we have this unquenchable pain
And some days, we don't know why.
Now, we wonder
If when you look down at us
You're proud.
Now, there's all this uncertainty
Since you're up there and we're over here
What would you say if you
Were alive and healthy
The way I remember you
The way you should be?

Now,
I'm broken.
Now,
Everything is different
And it's not for the better.
Jordan Frances Sep 2014
It was a brisk Sunday afternoon.
You called me that day
You sounded frightened
I answered the phone with your average
"Hello?"
Even though I knew something was wrong.

You paused a moment,
So I thought you didn't hear me.
"Sarah?"
(You always start that way when you're serious)

"Yes?"
"Mydadjustpassedaway"
All in one breath, and then you broke down into tears
As if all of the pressure building up inside your lungs
Was released with one single puncture.

Your voice shook and quivered
And I knew you were crying.
You were never one to get emotional
So I started crying with you.

I was breathless, speechless
I began agonizing too.
And you could tell
Because you begged me to stop weeping.
I got angry with myself

You must have been going through unimaginable heartache
And you were the one pleading with me to stop crying?
You were the one who had just lost your dear father
And you were telling me we would get through this?
This is all backwards.

After this, we went through a series of
"I know" "It's okay" and "I love you"
However, only one of those even rang true at the time.
I didn't know anything, including what to say
And it was not okay, at least not yet
But I did love you, and do
And that was all I wanted you to know.

I had worried, for many days
Since he had become sick, I was scared for you
Since he has passed, I still am scared for you
But you give me no reason to be
As you are handling all of this so graciously.

How is this so?
You must be weighed down by this tragedy
And you make it look like
The world isn't that heavy at all.
For Jenny
226 · Jun 2014
Shot in the Dark
Jordan Frances Jun 2014
I could never retrieve
The love I had for you
It was lost in flames and fury
That comes with clashing personalities.
I'm sorry you saw
The broken pieces within me
Piercing through my chest.
Families have fallen to bits
And so have I.
So why are you pretending
That you still have a chance
To be my one and only?
Stop acting
Like the broken bones and broken hearts
Mean nothing.
Stop trying
To get me back within your
Manipulative claws.
Yet with every hit we continue to take
Every late night phone call
Every time we meet up
I cannot say no.
With every shot of whiskey
You make
A shot in the dark.
213 · Sep 2014
Night Terrors
Jordan Frances Sep 2014
These nights
Don't lend themselves to sleeping easily.
These nights
Are torn between hurting myself
And counting shadows on my ceiling
(1, 2...)
These nights
Are where I fall apart in the comfort of my bed
These nights
Catch me up in my own head
These nights
Caught between sheets and memories
Strewn all over the room
These nights
Leave me in a cold sweat
And steal my sanity from me.
*I can't wait until the morning.
206 · May 2014
Emptiness
Jordan Frances May 2014
Please forget about me
Things change
Quicker than I care to believe
And I have too.

I am not happy anymore
I am bitter and afraid
That every relationship I forge
Will suddenly deteriorate.

I pushed everyone away
But one of the few who remained
Might be very sick with cancer
Why does this keep happening?
It is not fair that for years
I lost fewer people
Than I have in the past eight months.

What if
I'm just not meant to be okay?
169 · Aug 2014
Untitled
Jordan Frances Aug 2014
Things
Are
Bad
Right
Now.

(so why can't I fix them?)

— The End —