#jared
Even though I'm broken and bruised I sit here and I think of you.
I think of how strong you are despite all you've been though.
You inspire me to never give up and always keep fighting.
Even when I feel hope is lost, and I feel like dying.
I know how hard is to feel like the worlds crashing around you and I think you do too.
But we must never give up despite our demons telling us things that are untrue.
You really have my whole heart I'll always stand by you.
Forever and always I hope you know thats true.
You helped me realize I'm gonna be okay.
Whatever I do there's always a way.
I want you to know what I love most about you.
that even though you had depression. from the ground you flew.
Like a bird that soared up into the heavens where the sky is blue.
One day I hope I can be as strong as you so I can to be okay.
But you give me hope, that there's always a way.
Jan 3, 2021
Jan 3, 2021 at 5:54 AM UTC
JARED KUSHNER HAS A RUSSIAN CONNECTION
A SECRET COM CHANEL WAS SET UP
ARE THERE ACTUAL TIES TO RUSSIA
OR IS IT A STORM IN A TEA CUP
JARED IS THE SON IN LAW AND
A FAMILY MEMBER OF TRUMP
AND AN ADVISOR TO THE PRESIDENT
OR JUST A VERY SMALL STUMP
ONE THING IS FOR SURE THAT THE
FBI ENQUIRY WILL FIND OUT THE TRUTH
IF THERE IS A RUSSIAN CONNECTION
THE PRESIDENT WILL GET THE BOOT
May 29, 2017
May 29, 2017 at 7:30 PM UTC
How sad for you, Ivanka dear,
the world can be so mean.
You toil so hard both night and day
there at your sewing machine.
To bring the world such wondrous joy
of shoes and bags and fashion
but big, bad Nordstrom came along
and stomped upon your passion.
You seem kind and intelligent
but folks won't buy your stuff,
'cause you support your daddy
and of him, they've had enough.
Ivanka, we all understand
that you must love your dad.
But narcissistic greed and power
have driven him quite mad.
So please Ivanka, intervene.
Enable him no more.
Just let us know you disagree
and step back, we implore.
If you and Jared do what's right,
then you we will adore,
and you may find, your product line
will be back in the store!
Feb 20, 2017
Feb 20, 2017 at 9:00 PM UTC
on the 10th day of august, 2015,
you turned 16 years old.
i can imagine how magical that could have felt.
but the entirety of that day, i ached inside,
living, knowing i couldn't celebrate alongside you,
no matter how badly i wanted to,
because you didn't love me anymore.
you didn't care what could happen to me,
because it was your birthday,
and it was going to be all about you.
that's okay with me,
i'm sure any other person would want the same.
so here's me hoping you have a nice day,
despite all of the hurt i've felt lately.
happy birthday, jared
i love you
Aug 12, 2015
Aug 12, 2015 at 12:24 PM UTC
i felt it the second you started slipping away
slowly, but surely
from me, as if i didn't notice
the day you stopped saying "i love you" before you went to bed
was the same day i knew our love was coming to a ugly close.
maybe i wasn't affectionate enough
maybe i was over affectionate
maybe you just got tired.
Mar 4, 2015
Mar 4, 2015 at 9:12 PM UTC
time goes on and i feel nothing
the emptiness of my heart
the coldness of my skin
the numbness of my brain
as i reminisce over the things i used to love about you
for a second, time stops.
stop looking at yourself in the mirror
whispering, "it'll be okay. i'll be okay."
when you know **** well
you'll be anything but okay.
Feb 28, 2015
Feb 28, 2015 at 7:21 PM UTC
i wish you still saw in me what i see in you.
s.b.//
Jan 20, 2015
Jan 20, 2015 at 6:52 PM UTC
dear jared,
i wanted to write you back,
telling you that after two months, i got a little better
and i continue to
of course, that would be a lie.
it seems like ever since we fell apart,
the galaxy is doing everything it can to work against me.
parents pressuring me into a life i don't want to live
the accusations, the arguments, the tears
are following me everywhere
friends dropping faster than flies
the loneliness, the dishonesty, the uncertainty
is drawing out more pain than it ever could blood
i've dug up the old habits i'd thought i'd given up
my best friend? either a potted plant or a blade
bombarded with "it gets better"s day by day
when it doesn't.
please write me back soon,
i don't want to fall apart again.
s.b.//
Jan 19, 2015
Jan 19, 2015 at 8:18 PM UTC
dear jared,
today, i realised that i loved a boy
who wasn't you.
my time with you taught me to be patient,
despite many people who teach such themselves
are not.
his name is jake;
a humble, intellectual individual
without anything rude to ever say.
he's got neat but long, golden hair
and he's almost 6'2.
his voice is low-scale, but gentle.
i've never thought so much about kissing someone
Jan 12, 2015
Jan 12, 2015 at 6:40 PM UTC
it's still last year in my mind
who will your first thought be in 2015?
i always wanted to spend the new year by your side
of course, now, i never will be able to.
you make me a kind of happy that is 100% irresistible.
or, at least, you used to.
i've been asking myself
what do you want to achieve in 2015?
maybe learn a few handy things
leave behind every toxic person i know
form new bonds with people i deserve, with people who deserve me
perhaps not so many tears.
a few days after finally answering this question,
i realised that meant i have to let go
i had mindlessly begun to wish terrible things for you
when i decided, i shouldn't be.
what i want for you?
someone to love with all your heart.
no pain, good people and memorable times.
better people to spend your life beside.
everything that i'd want for the most beloved person i'd ever known.
for someone that completely ruined me,
you still deserve the world in my eyes.
Dec 31, 2014
Dec 31, 2014 at 6:44 PM UTC
i look at the clock
4am, another night
it's clear i'm not getting any dozing hours for myself
yet i still have to rise in two hours for class.
in this moment, i only wanted to die.
be buried under the beautiful birches in the lonely cemetery
maybe i can get all the sleep i need when i'm dead.
my heart still aches for you,
the fatal craving never subsiding.
the glowing red numbers burn into my eyes, once again
i haven't slept very well since the last time we spoke
Dec 31, 2014
Dec 31, 2014 at 6:41 PM UTC
the festive music kept playing on repeat
never seeming to see an end
as i buried my face in the bedsheets,
i couldn't help but want the entire world to go away.
in short, i spent my christmas crying
wishing only for you again
i knew i'd made a mistake, letting you leave
i just wanted another chance.
and, you know?
the only gift i gave myself
was the carving of your name onto my own body
reminding myself
that you never really left.
Dec 31, 2014
Dec 31, 2014 at 6:36 PM UTC
you know
everything reminds me of what we used to be
as i form new bonds, nothing feels like what i had with you
even as i listen to the boy i befriended just yesterday speak shyly,
nothing feels like you
nothing will replace you
maybe i'll perpetually miss this
the thing we shared
because really,
nothing ever hurt so bad.
Dec 18, 2014
Dec 18, 2014 at 8:00 PM UTC
dear jared,
you broke up with me on that friday.
you said
you couldn't handle the distance
we were at,
that we couldn't see each other,
but we could always stay friends.
from my experience, i know
love is patient.
i loved you that day
and i still do.
i was patient
i am patient.
i will be patient.
i know, i feel that when we finally meet,
it'll hurt a little less.
to this day, i hate fridays.
whenever someone says,
"thank god it's friday"
i can't help myself but disagree.
the farther away in the week,
the better.
and sometimes, it hurts a little less.
s.
Dec 13, 2014
Dec 13, 2014 at 8:15 PM UTC