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Jul 2021 · 127
how do you kill love?
Jordana Jul 2021
how do you **** love?
how do you slice clean its hopeful flesh
drain pounding tenderness from its vulnerable throat
watch the warmth fade from its eyes
and carry on as if it never was?

how do you **** love
when it has become part of you?

how do I **** the part of myself
which lives for you?

how did you **** the love
where I was of you

how did you
Jul 2021 · 129
I always haunt me
Jordana Jul 2021
everywhere I go I always haunt me
to each place I carry my torment in tow
and though I try a desperate change of scenery
the stain of my shame is always sure to follow
Jul 2021 · 229
angel on earth
Jordana Jul 2021
her eyes are the universe
and her smile is heaven
if I could wrap myself in her laugh
i would
Jordana Jul 2021
i just feel like all i am is fragments
mismatched pieces to a puzzle I didn't design
vapor fears and jagged, painful habits
an ephemeral form with limits undefined
this is actually a lil song
Jordana Jul 2021
loveless child am i
isolated soul among the heavy
cold shard amid embers
i am island surrounded by suns.

i wish to be held and comforted,
loved and known
but rather
i am alone

in the noise
and clutter
and dishonesty of it all
I was feeling lonely
Jun 2021 · 127
Again
Jordana Jun 2021
I am so happy to come to your love again.

With hollowed heart I sought your grace
In vague friendships and lusterless affairs,
Each time left with the tender image of your face
To fill my listless, late-night stares.

It is you,
It is always you--
Any other is a fruitless attempt
To mimic your essential magic
And our irreplaceable, shared content.


No one is you.
We start anew, but nonetheless--
Again.
Jun 2021 · 139
My Mind's Design
Jordana Jun 2021
It’s not your job to fulfill my hopes
But how do I stop myself from wanting you to?

How do I look at you,
So precious and divine,
And keep myself from wanting to
Enact my mind's design?
Wanting your skin on my skin,
Your lips on mine,
Your laugh on my laugh,
Adorations intertwined?

I’ve spent far longer
Than I care to admit,
Pining and wishing
For a moment kismet
In which your eyes glow
With soft and tender curiosity,
When you reach for my touch
And make real my fantasy.

I pray that with time
This torment will dissolve,
And give way to peace
Unto desire absolved.
Now, I stave off optimism
That my love will be returned
And hope I will not sorrow
As deeply as I have yearned.
unrequited love am I right
Jan 2021 · 166
i will never get over you
Jordana Jan 2021
i will never get over you
remembering you is a painful bloom
it expands ferociously in my chest
faded recollections of your laughter
and sunshine on our skin
i think of her touching you now
and i wilt
Jordana Jan 2021
What a tragic gift it is to be alive on this fresh and painful day.

To bear the weight of consciousness is to carry a despair
Which may only be distracted from or shared
I am one who bears this burden just as most must
Yet something in me hearkens still to my God's distant trust
Jan 2021 · 130
attachment
Jordana Jan 2021
becoming close to another is
my slow death
every touch is a sip
of poison's foul breath
baring my heart
is an unbearable pain
which only by distance
does its excruciation wane
getting close to people is painful
Mar 2020 · 366
codependency
Jordana Mar 2020
an ephemeral cloud
our particles blend
atoms agitate
sanity descends
I am formless
your essence is mine
we are two storms
grossly intertwined
Jordana Mar 2019
There exists no mortal luxury
Which rivals the pure delight
That is quiet companionship.
To fill silence
With notes of congruence
And to look out at landscapes
With bonded visions is to feel
Most poignantly
The righteousness of
Human existence.
I believe in these moments
Of softened connection
And strengthened ties,
In which I may feel that
I am one with you all
and we are meant to be
In combined presence.

There is not much to be sure of rather than beginnings and ends, but in the abstract in between I am grateful for friends.
It was a quiet, foggy day and my friends and I stood silently at the dock of a pond and looked out together. It was a very beautiful, whole moment, and I was touched.
Mar 2019 · 202
“A Butterfly in a Jar”
Jordana Mar 2019
To admire a beautiful woman you wish not to know her thoughts
Lest her image be tarnished by possible contradictory unbecoming’s
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Which may reside
In the active mind
Of an active other
Rather it is as we please
To keep
The object of our fancy
Within constraints
A figure to paint
A portrait to take
An image of untouched delicacy  

And so I look at you and fear the words
Which strive like petals to bloom on your lips
There is a certain mystery to you
I know that I will miss
If I hear your worldly views
You may dim in curious glow
If I learn your sense of humor
The wonder of you might go
And so in hopes to safeguard
That unforgettable,
Mystical charm
I hold you secure
For in my eyes you are
Like a butterfly in a jar

To me you are
A winged thing
Adrift on the airs of secrecy
With demure peek
And a smile sneak
I ache to see you flying
Yet there lies the danger inherently
That your skyward course
Would take the route
Of your hidden truth
Which is at odds with my envisioning

Hence I pledge to know you not
Beyond what eyes may take
This is a jar
Which remains sealed
That your beauty may never taint.
Mar 2019 · 204
“Personal Growth”
Jordana Mar 2019
I am a forest of many small fires.
Matches tossed carelessly
into tinder which waits fervently
for the touch of a sparking disarray,
I am all at once a smolder and senseless blazing flame
and the smoke which billows away from me reeks arrestingly of shame.
And so I am ashes,
purely enveloped the black sickening airs of ghastly passions,
insisted becomings and hasty stashes,
I am shame
and attempts to mask it
seem to disintegrate like the cajoles of yesterday.
I am a forest of many small fires which have melded into one,
as the blurring of myself with the long observed sum.
As dust dry bones to the carcasses of slain,
the creatures of innocence whose tried escapes but in vain,
I slough the suffering of a thousand drunkards on the undeserving lips,
of the meticulous sparrow’s sloppily incinerated nest.
I am dissolution to good and my flames stand to show,
of how easily destruction may pass for personal growth.
Jordana Mar 2019
Your hand on flesh
Over rib’s fresh bone
Over exposed heart
For you alone.

I don’t know why
This arrests me so
To feel your palm
below my throat.

Yet contented smile
Creeps to my countenance
When affection’s physicality
Meets tenderness’ essence.

My hand on yours
On my skin
On my heart
I grasp to the prospect
Of love’s restart.
Mar 2019 · 296
"The Hand Which Beats"
Jordana Mar 2019
To commiserate and lament
One’s wretched enslavement
With the very captor who tends to one’s bonds
Is to indulge in self effacement,
The tragic engagement
Of assailant
With the victim
They wreak hell upon.

Yet, still,
False heaven exists
In fleeting moments of vague acceptance,
In which I feel my flattery
Has you pleased.
I shudder with the deliverance
Of the sparse and scarce evidence
That you have even meager
Belief in me.

The captive adores her keeper
When the only grounding beneath her
Is the ****-sodden earth
Of many well-turned deceits.
The kept girl festers
Unaware of her constraints
When she so blindly
Kisses the hand which beats.

— The End —