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Jennifer Powell Jul 2019
I am too tired
to try and take my pain
and wrap it in pretty words
to make it sound like
it deserves to be romantic
and mysterious or
like it's a part of me
more than I want it to be

I just want it to stop.
Jennifer Powell Jun 2019
memories feathered at the edges
I chase your shadow as you tease
"too slow!" (and I already know)
dry leaves touched by a gentle breeze

I let myself rest and fall into your empty
wading through in search of your depth
swimming in circles, I let your waves carry me.
I sunk into your shallow as it’s all that was left.

you are a quiet chaos that I invite
a whisper in my ear when I'm trying to sleep
the jolt awake before I hit the pavement
but I always knew that you were just a dream
Jennifer Powell Jun 2019
The first night we met replays in my head
I could lay with you in my car forever
high and gazing at the stars out my window
feel your eyes on me through the hazy air
Raspberry kisses that I can't remember
Help me remember, I need you again.

I miss you and you were not mine.
A waste of a dream --a waste of my time.
Jennifer Powell May 2019
I'm only here for my mother
her heart couldn't handle the pain.
I've tried to find other reasons to stay,
but it always ends up just the same.

I'm only here for my cat,
not that he'd be all alone.
He'd be looking for me behind every door,
wondering when I'm coming home.

I'm only here for my best friend.
I see my same sadness in her.
I couldn't bear to leave her like that,
to wish things could be as they were.

It's okay to live for others,
while we search for ourselves in it all.
And if we don't find what we need,
at least we had reasons to stall.
Jennifer Powell May 2019
don't make a sound
they're creeping 'round the corner
watching and waiting
for our weakness exposed

go for the throat, soon as they see it
what makes you think you're so invincible?
Jennifer Powell May 2019
I wouldn't choose me either.
I don't know how hard I'd try,
for a girl hard to want --but uncertain.

Too much trouble for you, or for I.

and what makes a person worth it?
long since I've known love and its fight.
It feels like a lot --maybe even too much

Lonely demands to be held tight.
Jennifer Powell Mar 2019
You
and I hope that every time
your mouth moves
to make the sound
of the first letter of her name

somewhere

deep down

in the back of your head

you hear my name instead
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