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Jolene Perron Sep 2010
There is a point,
when we must let go.
I've tried my best,
to let you know.

I've done what I could,
I was honest when asked.
I hope your future,
is unlike my past.

I hope you help,
him heal to the full.
I hope when he pushes,
that you'll always pull.

That you won't give up,
like we did before.
You won't end up like me,
regretably torn.

I know you understand,
you're honest with me.
You know there's a lot,
I have yet to tell he.

It will come in time,
with friendship I hope.
But telling him now,
will not help me cope.

You understand when,
I told you all I thought.
Everything you asked,
as my cheeks turned hot.

My hands would shake,
the lump in my throat.
It would be harder with him,
I want to let him know ...

But sometimes things,
they just need time.
So I sit here in silence,
with thoughts that are  mine..
Jolene Perron Sep 2010
The face in the mirror,
getting old and faded.
The feelings in my heart,
becoming jaded.

It took all I had,
a place in my heart.
I wish I could tell you,
but it would tear us more apart.

It would ruin everything,
destroy you deep within.
Like it destroys me,
time and time again.

I sit here in silence,
with my mouth scratched out.
Looking up to the sky,
as I try to shout.

But nothing will help,
because it doesn't make sense.
So I leave it be,
while I build this fence ...
Jolene Perron Sep 2010
I'm imaingining your fingers,
as they tightly grasp.
For the first time,
I wished it would last.

I was dreaming of first steps,
the words you would first say.
Your smile and eyes,
that would help me through the day.

I thought of your cry,
what it may sound like.
But your smile and laugh,
would make it alright.

I didn't even care,
boy or girl, didn't matter to me.
As long as you were here,
and you came along healthy.

But the blood came fast,
when it really shouldn't have.
I rushed to the doctor,
with that test on my lap.

"Doctor, look, it's positive,
was it just a mistake?
Is there something I can do?
or is it just too late?

"Tell me, my baby,
that it's alright.
That'll I hear that cry,
that it'll make it through the night"

"I'm sorry ma'am to tell you,
this baby is no more.
You miscarried your child,
and  there's nothing you can do for.

"This child to make it through,
I'm sorry, it's far too late.
This wasn't meant to be,
this was truely fate."

Now I sit here on my bed,
with the test in hand.
I was going to tell you,
I knew, I said, I can.

But there's not point now,
I sit here silently broken.
At what could have been,
my baby took my lost token.
Jolene Perron Sep 2010
Sunshine, rain,
winter snowfall.
Hail, ice,
she's been through it all.

Grades, marks,
a fifty in math.
Pencils, pens,
school makes her laugh.

But one thing,
it makes her shake.
Her head spins,
her heart aches.

When she thinks back,
to that moment in time.
She's written poems,
she's made them rhyme.

But when it comes,
all finally together.
It's worse than school,
or stormy weather.

When the callendar rolls,
February 18.
She clenches her fists,
she grindes her teeth.

The memories invade,
her dreams and her head.
The silences screams,
will it ever end?

The nightmares and violence,
she can't make it stop.
Her heart pounds,
her blood boils hot.

"Just don't touch me,"
is what she'll say.
The touch of anyone,
will set her off today.

The memories won't leave,
but the pain gets less.
She's pushing through it all,
cleaning up that mess...
Jolene Perron Sep 2010
Words and stanzas,
grammar and lines.
This is poetry,
the work of the mind.

Fingers flying,
darting across keys.
A way of the mind,
a lot about me.

Expressions of words,
experience, thoughts and feelings.
Reading between the lines,
finding secret meanings.

This is what I do,
why I was put on the earth.
To express the truth,
even if it hurts.

I'll never stop writing,
showing it to the world.
Letting them look,
into the life of a girl.

A little dark and scary,
but it's me non-the-less.
I may be smiling on the outside,
but deep down I'm a mess.

I'm expressing myself,
even to a stranger unknown.
Having someone comment and relate,
knowing I'm not alone.

If you don't like it,
well honey don't read.
This is the truth,
and this is me.
Jolene Perron Sep 2010
I've kept my mouth shut,
haven't said what's on my mind.
The words that want to come,
well, sweetie, they aren't kind.

I've analyzed it all,
sat down with friends.
I know it better than anyone,
I see how this will end.

I've been there through it all,
every last goodbye.
You watched him destroy me,
you watched him make me cry.

But you didn't see when,
he called me on the phone.
Asked if I was upset,
because I was the one alone.

Threw it in my face,
that he'd kissed another girl.
When honestly I didn't care,
but he made my head whurl.

You weren't there to hear,
him call ******* on me.
He told me I was nothing but a *****,
and that was all I'd ever be.

You weren't there to see,
me throw water in his face.
I haven't said but two words,
because this is not my place.

I wish somehow you'd ask,
come talk like we used to.
You watched me cry a lot,
I always confided in you.

But I feel like there's a wall,
it's hard and brick and standing.
Keeping me away from you,
left me alone comprehending.

All that's going on,
everything and more.
The times he called me fat,
that I was nothing but a *****...

And what he called ******* on,
honey you would fly.
I was still at work,
and I just wanted to cry.

I wish I could tell you this,
everything and more.
But now I don't know what to say,
and I just can't be sure.

Honey can't you see?
all he's done here.
Made me and others cry,
hard sobbing tears.

He was in love with someone,
he felt head over heels.
Claimed he'd never felt that way,
and it just didn't seem real.

Then he went for you,
immedeately to follow.
Where did those feelings go?
because they surely were not hollow.

This is all a game to him,
and it will be nothing more.
He was "In Love" now he's with you,
and I'm the ******* *****?
Jolene Perron Sep 2010
I could feel your presence,
behind my back.
Can you feel the esteem,
I surely lack?

My walls are breaking,
crumbling down.
You look at me,
with a mile deep frown.

This is what I feared,
I knew this would happen.
I reach for your hand,
my heart slowly blackens.

I can feel the bricks,
as they all come loose.
Unintentionaly you tie the rope,
tight in a noose.

It's pulling tighter, tighter,
as the song goes on.
The tears come down,
the emotions won.

I can feel it fall,
slowly down my cheek.
I'm silently crying,
you can't hear me weep.

I wonder if you feel it,
the subtle little pull.
That ache in my heart,
I want to let you know ...

My best friend beside me,
on the other side.
Squeezes my hand tightly,
she knows that I am crying.

But still I try silence,
and the song slowly goes on.
The emotions getting harder to fight,
this time they have won.

I've tried not to show,
you or her my hurt.
But the tears slowly fall,
they're landing on my shirt.

When it's time to get up,
in a circle we sway together.
I see you two toegether,
your arm draped around her.

It doesn't matter who I'm with,
doesn't matter what I say.
You'll always have a piece,
of my heart that aches always.

She comes to say she's sorry,
but what more can she do?
It's always gonna hurt,
because I truely loved you.

Those feelings fade,
but don't really go away.
They just get easier to bare,
but remain there always.

As I fall in love,
deep with someone knew.
There's always part of my heart,
that will be set on you.

Seeing you with her,
one of my best friends.
It pulls that noose tighter,
getting hard to breathe again.

I escape as fast as possible,
getting as far as I can away.
Never thought I'd want to leave,
but what more can I say?

I dart down the street,
sobs coming out loud.
My heart coming out of my chest,
oh so hard it pounds.

When I finally reach my steps,
I fall flat on my face.
I curl up on the bottom,
"Let me leave this place..."
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