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I wouldn't say I have any weird kinks
but I do have a you fetish
“You have to move, get up.”
“I don’t want to.”
“This is sad you need to get over yourself.”
“I’m broken, and I don’t think I can be fixed.”
“Then fake it. Get up and put on a smile.”
“It hurts too much; I just want to cry.”
“No crying! It’s not worth it.”
“But I just can’t let go…”
“You have to move on. It’s the only way.”
“Please, all I want is five minutes to let it all out.”
“You’re pathetic. Fine. Five minutes.”
“Thank you,” said the heart.
“You’re welcome,” said the mind.
And the heart and mind cried together.
Just for five minutes.
LHB 2019
To this day,
your name
still hurts my tongue
but I still say it anyway.
Sometimes I like to
hear my soul
gently tear itself
apart.
I've always hated
that question.

I've wanted to die
since I was
eleven years old.

Isn't that
reason
enough?
 Nov 2020 Victoria Jennings
Shy
You were
My sigh of relief
And now
You’re gone
And I’m sitting here
Gasping for air
Feed your sadness with poems that bleed, so you'll stop bothering your wrists.


A funny thing about forever..
--it never, ever ends..

and so   neither will we.

The spirit is free from
all of this-- it will  always
remain lit..

only the flesh goes dark  
as we  leave  its earth-laden husk, behind..

But the core-heart of Love's true ache  will always,
always Remain.


In the calling out to one another
of the lovers up and down the strand
In the sound of the waves and the cries
of the seagulls, circling the sand
In the fragments of the songs
carried down the wind from some radio
In the murmuring of the city in the distance
ominous and low..

I hear the sound of the world  where we played
And the far too simple beauty of the promises we made

If you ever need holding
call my name, and I'll be there
If you ever need holding
and no holding back,  I'll see you through-

Sky, blue and black

https://youtu.be/GAu7gh7xoJo
xoxo
Maybe
we weren't
meant
for the
things
we wished
we
were meant
for.

Maybe,
just maybe,
somehow,
someday,
we will
be
meant for
the
very things
we
never expected.
 Jun 2020 Victoria Jennings
Day
Spent the last 5 years
Forgetting
To make a therapist appointment
Self diagnosed myself
A couple times over
Muted myself
With medication
And YouTube recommendations
I put off
Writing a love letter
To my best friend
Sigh
To what could have been

Still
I’m happy

Not all the time
Of course
But,
Enough.
 Jun 2020 Victoria Jennings
GENIE
I had a dream, I got everything I wanted
Except the love that left me haunted
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