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c May 2020
I know you think
I’m counting down the days
But I’m just trying to make
The days count.

People tell me
45 is so young,
Why would I want to believe
I’ll be gone by then?

I say
It has taken me 18 years
To get where I am.

I’m afraid
Of what will happen
After 18 more.
On a premonition that I’m going to die fairly young
c Mar 2020
Lipstick butterflies float on the mirror’s heavy condensation
She is a vermillion explosion
Heavy colored lids and
Winged eyeliner as if
She too
Could fly
This is the glitz and glamour
of how to disappear
c Dec 2019
I’ve been loving you selfishly
Saving every moment that makes me smile
As if you don’t feel happiness too

Did you know that I love you?
Until I met you
I didn’t even know
How to love myself
For G, who doesn’t know that I might love him
c Dec 2019
I like the word “yet”
Because it opens the door
To possibility

You don’t love me
But that doesn’t mean
You never will
I’ve had writers block for months and haven’t written while I worked on myself. I’ve gotten into a healthier mindset, and I can’t wait to share it with all of you.
c Nov 2019
We are falling in love with ourselves
The way we are imperfectly perfect
And how we are made
for something bigger than this moment
c Nov 2019
Yesterday we breathed the last of autumn
Our first, maybe our last
I tasted winter today
A bit too bitter for my liking
There’s always something sharp biting my tongue now
I can only watch
As my words freeze in the air
Before reaching you
The leaves are gone too soon
What does that say about us?
  Nov 2019 c
Jenny Moran
every day I spend away from you
returns me back to normal
I belong to myself for once

if you're near
everything I've been practicing disappears  
I'm yours again

just let me breathe on my own
and set me free
from your controlling grasp
and your unyielding touch
and let me be me
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