Late night texts
Sleepy eyes
Small smiles
Butterflies

Stolen moments
Held inside
Beating heart
Stupefied

~

Left alone
Tear filled eyes
Chapped lips
Scarred thighs

Empty promises
Cast aside
Broken heart
Terrified

~j.l.

I tell her how
how I drown
in the sparkle
of your brown eyes
and
I tell her
how I think
I think im
falling
for
you
like an asteroid
plummeting
towards
earth

she listens and
she tells me
about her sun
and how she
drowns in his light,
about
their star crossed
love
and
how they can
never
be
together

I guess
you're the sun
and I
im the moon

Suffocating, drowning,
Adrift in the maze of my mind,
Each twist and turn taking me deeper into the darkness.
Lost. Stuck.
Twisting, sinking weight in my chest.
Falling
        Down,
               Down,
No escape.
Sickness. Disgust.
Thoughts running rampant,
    Don't know what to do.
Trapped in the maze of my mind.

~ j.l.

You seek redemption, when you have done nothing.
You seek forgiveness, when you have caused no one sorrow.
You seek love, when you can not even love yourself.
You seek normality, when you know you never will be.
You seek to be understood, because no one seems to get you.
You seek to be happy, when in reality you are suffocating.
You seek friendship, even though you are afraid of being abandoned.
You seek to be enough, when you know you never will be.
You seek to be vulnerable, but your walls are too high, and you trust too little.
You seek to fit in, to be liked, to please everyone, you try so hard, and you hate yourself for it.
You seek yourself, as I seek myself.

~ j.l.

each night I stare down at my love.
supine, she lies
staring into the sky above.
with the melancholic hues of her eyes,
tear tracks reflecting in the light
and sweet little lips that told sweet little lies.
why does she come out here late at night?
for her longing expression could be my demise!

oh, but how beautiful a demise that would be!
though that means I can no longer be in sight...
that we could never be her and me..
but at least then I couldn't taunt or smite
and take away her small feeling of glee!
but with silent ideals - we are two worlds apart.
and I could never be a true devotee..
because our star crossed love is a tragic work of art.

I am ugly
And no one can convince me that
I am beautiful
At the end of the day
I hate myself in every way
I'm not going to lie to myself by saying
I am good enough
I am worthless
Don't try to convince me that
There is beauty inside of me
Because no matter what
I am not good enough to be loved
Don't tell me that
I am perfect
When I look in the mirror I know
I am ugly
And nothing you say will make me believe
I am beautiful

~j.l.

Spawn of dying stars
Scattered sentient stardust
Stripped of sensation

~j.l.

when you look at a star
you're looking back in time

so why then
when I look at you
all I can see is the future?

It contains the ideal world,
Mysterious and intriguing,
Providing a means of escape,
With its tales of adventure.

The book is seen in many forms
Hard as the shelf it rests on,
Soft as the creamy pages within,
A perfect means of distraction.

After a rough day, it’s pages are welcoming,
Beckoning for you to escape.

~ j.l.

You said, “I’ll go find another love, I’ll go fill the emptiness.
I’ll find something better than you.
I’ve been putting my faith in the wrong person, trusting too easily, falling too hard.”

You will not find another love, you will not fill the emptiness.
It will follow you. You will fill your body with toxins.
And you will not find something better than me, and you will roam from bottle to bottle, drowning in your sorrow. I will always come back to you. Don’t look elsewhere -
There is no trust in you, there is no faith.
As you have wasted your life here,
With those bottles, so you have ruined mine.

~ j.l.

Glowing silver orb
Pale rays caressing the waves
Soothing lonely souls


~j.l.

Like a bird on a wire,
Watching.
Waiting.
Listening.
For thoughts as peaceful as a meadow,
Thoughts that are as elusive as the gold at the end of a rainbow, yet just as precious.
Thoughts I yearn for, but will never receive.

~ j.l.

Bleak. Barren. Broken.
Blackness blotting out the blood
Basking in blazes


~ j.l.

Burning inferno
Swirling vortex of fury
Mesmerizing blaze



~j.l.

Life is akin to a symphony.
Even though everything is temporary,
And our existence is
But a few notes,
Each and every one of us
Contributes
To its masterpiece.

~ j.l.