My left leg
is draped
across my right.
I know that
pretty soon
the pins and needles
will take hold.
Starting in the
fold behind my knee
and slithering into
a tiring ankle.
I don't much mind.
The rhythmic shake of
a nervous left foot
is mirrored,
as my right hand
finds my lip
and feels in earnest
for a loose flake
of dry skin
to pry off.
It will probably hurt.
I don't much mind.
I've fixed my eyes on
an empty stool,
analyzing the pattern.
Imagining the feel.
Imagining you;
What you'll say
when you get here.
To be honest...

I don't much mind.

they say
"boys don't like smokers"
as if it really matters
as if i care what boys think
as if i can quit just like that

i remember the day
i first saw you
and how everybody
said "stay away from him"
and how i shrugged
my shoulders and
approached your attitude.

                              i remember the day
                              i last saw you,
                              and how you said
                              "i'm no good",
                              and how i shrugged
                              my shoulders and
                              touched your tongue
                              for the last time.

Slippery (thief)
The sun beats down
upon
stagnant water.
revealing what should have  been
a girl's
reflection.

But she's no longer standing up,
She went in with a plop,
and the light reveals a deadly abduction.

© J-d S. J

i'm one lost little girl
but maybe i'm in my place
you wouldn't know, wouldn't care
what's left behind this pretty face

and some people do
some people look at me
with such heartfelt love
and admiration
like i'm some angel
that's come from high above

but what about me?
what makes me so special?
what makes me nervous?
and, what, exactly, makes you think i will call?

i've fallen from grace,
can't you see?
i've terminated my soul
there's no brianna left to be

so *******
but you won't
and i'll be who you want me to be
i'll live this life with you
until i don't