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 Sep 2015 J
Brianna
I've been falling asleep in the back of the bar lately & I am not sure which way is up and which way is down.
"He" leads me down the stairs to the parking lot and rips my dress off me like its ***** laundry... But who he is... I don't even know.

It's been long enough for me to move on and get over you but there's something in the way the light shines against my hands that makes my heart ache.

You aged like wine and I aged like moldy cheese but we never found the perfect combination to keep us together.

I've been falling asleep in bars... And the bartender told me I can't come back anymore.
"He" took me home... But where that is.... I don't even know.

I don't think we were meant to end quite yet but you took two steps back with each one of my steps forward. I leapt before I could even crawl let alone walk.

You are still perfectly unhappy and I'm still researching the meaning of life... And even though part of me doesn't want you back... The other part of me still wants one last kiss.

I've been falling asleep in bars since i returned back west & I don't know if I'm just exhausted or miserable these days... But man... I hate beer.
I didn't know.

I didn't know this would be so painful.
I didn't know this would be so hard.

I didn't know you'll be gone.
I didn't know this time is for good.

I didn't know I loved you this much.
I'm sorry I didn't know...
 Sep 2015 J
ln
they say empty vessels make the most noise
here i am, tearing my skin wide open
leaving myself right here in the hell we call earth
opening my heart just to be shot back down, again
here i lay, my body and mind empty
my heart blank, my limbs suffocating
my brain worn out and my fingers twitching
here i am, vulnerable and
empty

but here i am, not being able to make a sound
i open my mouth to speak but the words just won't come out
i am trying, i am trying
but my soul has shut down
i am silent
i am an empty vessel, a blank canvas
but i am not making the most noise, im not making any noise
just
because i don't  remember how to
 Sep 2015 J
Jack Thompson
Who Knew?
 Sep 2015 J
Jack Thompson
Who knew you'd be my beauty in this puddle of a mess.
More than the sound of rain over tin roofs.
Sadly it's more than I could ever confess.
More than the thunder can light the midnight sky.

A crisp rejuvenation drowning in a sea of lost tears.
A moonlight walk wading through tired fears.

In our wildest moments.
You are everything undiscovered.
Through the harshest trials.
You are my beloved.

Who knew?
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