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Jan 2015 Taylor Jayne

Rianna

"I don't love you anymore," she says
as she chokes back tears.
Lying through her teeth,
trying to convince herself
that the words she says are true,
but they aren't
and they never will be.

"I can live without him," she shrugs,
as she tries to find him elsewhere
at the bottom of bottles
and bowls of herb.
Sometimes, she finds comfort
in the arms of strangers,
and for a moment she is content,
but they'll never fill the void
and she knows that all too well.

"I miss you," she texts him
in a moment of weakness,
lying on the bathroom floor
drunk off too many shots
of cheap whiskey.
She knows she shouldn't
but she sends it anyways,
thinking the regret of letting him go
is worse than the pain of loving him.

"I wish I'd never met you," she screams,
and these words are true.
Because loving a toxic person,
someone you know isn't right for you,
is the worst form of torture.
At times she'd take a bullet because it might hurt less,
but the sick side of her loves the pain
and she keeps coming back...

*She still doesn't know why.

You were the hardest to love and the hardest to let go.

#love #lying #toxic

Dec 2014 Taylor Jayne

-Haunted-

Dec 2014 Taylor Jayne

AMcQ

-Haunted-

A meandering mist
leaks from your
barely parted lips.
I am in awe
at the slow motion
spectre.
If only my open mouth
could catch it,
perhaps it wouldn't haunt me so...

Dec 2014 Taylor Jayne

Valedictory Sonnet To The River Duddon

Dec 2014 Taylor Jayne

William Wordsworth

Valedictory Sonnet To The River Duddon

I thought of Thee, my partner and my guide,
  As being pass’d away.—Vain sympathies!
  For, backward, Duddon! as I cast my eyes,
I see what was, and is, and will abide;
Still glides the Stream, and shall for ever glide;
  The Form remains, the Function never dies;
  While we, the brave, the mighty, and the wise,
We Men, who in our morn of youth defied
The elements, must vanish;—be it so!
  Enough, if something from our hands have power
  To live, and act, and serve the future hour;
And if, as toward the silent tomb we go,
  Through love, through hope, and faith’s transcendent dower,
We feel that we are greater than we know.

Dec 2014 Taylor Jayne

Crescent

Dec 2014 Taylor Jayne

ryn

Crescent

•i
     was
         once
              whole
               •full and
                    complete•
                       grand desi-
                          gns adorned
                              upon my very
                               soul•always...
                                would land on
                                    my feet•my wo-
                                     rds now partially
                                      broken•resembli-
                                    ng that of an ail-
                                   ing crescent• i...
                                 am still here, i...
                               watch and i lis-
                           ten• scouring
                        for mediocre
                 remnants
            that still
         remain
abs
en
t•
.

#crescent #concretepoetry #brokenwords #scrambling

Oct 2014 Taylor Jayne

Sarah (there are things you don't know)

Oct 2014 Taylor Jayne

Mason

Sarah (there are things you don't know)

Sometimes
when you're sleeping and I can't
sleep,
my mind races.
There are things you don't know
about me.

My hand
on your shoulder and traveling
down.
You notice
and turn around and smile
at me.

It's your
half-asleep, eyes-closed smile, those
red
red lips that
will keep me forever
silent.

#love #eyes #sleep #beauty #secret #smile #lips #face

Oct 2014 Taylor Jayne

wanderlust

Oct 2014 Taylor Jayne

Puck

wanderlust

do you know what it feels like
not to belong?

the mind is aching,
searching for a place
to call home,
where you get tucked in at night
and finally get some sleep

a place
to feel free,
where you can dance in the rain
and laugh in the pale moonlight

but the thing you refuse
to believe

you reject
in the depths of your heart

is the search
will never stop.

anyone relates?

#home #soul #wanderlust #aching

Oct 2014 Taylor Jayne

Empty House, Empty People

Oct 2014 Taylor Jayne

Argentina Rose

Empty House, Empty People

This house made of brick and stone,
glass and wood,
now crumbles to the earth beneath me.
But this house was empty
long before it was gone.

The people inside,
the people
the people
the monsters,

They ripped open their lungs
and filled themselves with smoke.
They ripped open their veins
and filled themselves with poison.
They grew sickly and cold
with black, sunken eyes.
They starved themselves to the bone
until that was all they were.
Feet shuffled against dark-stained hardwood floors,
yet they never touched the ground.

Ghosts.
Ghosts who couldn't sleep,
for the darkness was no longer home.
Ghosts who couldn't breathe,
for all they inhaled was smoke.
Ghosts who screamed.
Ghosts who cried.
Ghosts who never made a sound.

Holding on until fingers grew limp.
This house was empty
long before it was gone.

#sad #addiction #life #lonely #home #death #empty #heartache #monsters #ghosts