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Jack Jenkins May 2017
I made a bed of wrong turns and bad choices
  & blankets of regrets and sorrows
I cry myself to sleep in this livid torment
  & dream whilst never awaking...
The closest thing I have to an epiphany...
Jack Jenkins Apr 2017
lay in impassioned throes,
bodies pressed with one another,
tracing sins with our fingers
on each other's creamy skin.

i want your taste to linger in
my mouth just a little longer.
to hold the fullness of your *******
in the palms of my hands.

to lay together in sweat and
ecstasy, full of pleasure.
//On lust//
Not my usual to write an ******, (or at least, post it publicly. Haha) but figured what the heck! lol
Jack Jenkins Apr 2017
Friends are a lot like
leaves of a tree,
or roots of a tree.

They're in your life for
a few seasons and fly,
or in your life forever...
Maybe this metaphor is why I feel so uprooted anymore...
Jack Jenkins Apr 2017
I'm losing my focus
so hard to concentrate
my mind is bouncing
like a rubber ball on
glass walls

Everything is weighing on me
like the fact it's been nearly
120 days since I last spoke
to the woman I love without
reservation

Or that I'm struggling
with my close friend
trying to mend the bridge
of the relationship is hard
when she never replies

Or the fact that my addiction
is spiraling out of control
burning me alive and yet
I can't bear to sleep with
a woman since my last

I'm losing sleep even faster
than the US debt is growing
no matter how exhausted i am
I wake up feeling drained
mostly dead

The worst thing about this is
I can't even commit suicide
because I'd rather ****** me
a little each day with the pain
because I hate myself
“I wanted to **** the me underneath. That fact haunted my days and nights. When you realize you hate yourself so much, when you realize that you cannot stand who you are, and this deep spite has been the motivation behind your behavior for many years, your brain can’t quite deal with it. It will try very hard to avoid that realization; it will try, in a last-ditch effort to keep your remaining parts alive, to remake the rest of you. This is, I believe, different from the suicidal wish of those who are in so much pain that death feels like relief, different from the suicide I would later attempt, trying to escape that pain. This is a wish to ****** yourself; the connotation of **** is too mild. This is a belief that you deserve slow torture, violent death.”
― Marya Hornbacher, Wasted: A Memoir of Anorexia and Bulimia
Jack Jenkins Apr 2017
Why is it when I talk to you
   the only reply I get is my echo?
I'm pushing so hard to change
   & you just seem to ignore me...
Sorry for the stupid emotional angst *******.
Jack Jenkins Apr 2017
find the peace
in the seas of shadow
seasons shadow me
winter in my shadows
rise above
find myself where i am
find the peace
pieces of my soul
sold away
for a few piano keys
a melody of love
sickness and love
find me in the shadows
Jack Jenkins Apr 2017
When I wrote you this, I was in a really bad place
   do you remember?

My faith is practically dead right now, future me
   do you remember?

You're missing the woman you love that you lost
   do you remember?

She's that sparkle of gold stuck in your soul
   do you remember?

Or how strained things are between Kayla and you
   do you remember?

Remember that night you wanted to end it all?
   do you remember?

Have you come to terms with your friend's suicide, yet?
   do you remember?

You're going to be a warrior someday... I have to endure
   do you remember?

Has anyone wanted your love, your passion?
   do you remember?

I hope you're married by the time I read this again...
   do you remember?

Maybe you'll still be where I am now, stuck in love
   do you remember?

Just know it was worth it, loving her. Even though she's lost...
   *do you remember?
I gotta say, it's hard to write to your future self...

The title and repetition is my hopes that I'll forget the Hell I'm living in right now...
Jack Jenkins Apr 2017
He had given her his
Everything
And it killed him
Requiem
This is how love kills
Jack Jenkins Apr 2017
Sixty words per minute// no errors
Five hundred plus poems// written
Thousand firm handshakes// given
Countless prayers cried out// frantic
And if you ever saw me work// well
You'd be surprised
Keeping this one a mystery. ;)
Jack Jenkins Apr 2017
I'm still hurting
still devastated
that I lost you
all of you
because I was worried
to see how you were
I wish I never sent that text
how I miss you so much
the worst is
i worry that you
already moved on
already forgot me
that you don't feel
the same as I do
marking every day
since I lost you

Do you miss me?
Do you cry for me?
Do you wake up &
wish for my body
slumbering next
to yours?
Have you moved past?
Have you got a new lover?
Have you found
someone lovely
someone better
than me?

**** i miss you
I guess I love too much and dive too deep. Sorry for all the insecurities in this poem.
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