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jessika michele Jan 2014
this piece
I wonder if its fits
I bet its covered a ton of lies
I miss that feeling
trusting
believing
knowing
we where made to be strong
I know we could have done this together
how long will it be
till I need something stronger
how long till I can no longer
hold myself together
toothpicks and duct tape
my only refuge
steel trap vulnerability
play dough self esteem
sweet longing, days without
to think
I thought I had found it
the taste has been burnt from my mouth
like taking a bite from the sun
its what happens
when you taste too much
get your fill
and left cold
dark and alone
"time heals all wounds"
so they say
jessika michele Jan 2014
after awhile you learn the subtle difference between
holding a hand and chaining a soul
and you learn that love doesn't mean possession
and company doesn't mean security
and you begin to learn that kisses aren't contracts
and presents aren't promises
and you begin to accept your defeats with your head up and your eyes ahead
with the grace of an adult not the grief of a child
and you learn to build your roads today
because tomorrows ground is uncertain for plans
and futures have ways of falling down in flight
after awhile you learn that even sunshine
burns if you get too much
so you plant your own garden
and decorate your own soul
instead of waiting for someone to bring you flowers
and you learn that you really can endure
that you really are strong
and you really do have worth
and you learn
and you learn....
This poem does not belong to me, I have no rights to it, the author is veronica a shoffstall circa 1971. I read this today and it rang so honest and heartfelt with my current situation in life, I wanted to share it and hope maybe it will touch someone else the way it touched me.
jessika michele Jan 2014
there really is such a fine line between love and hate
as I sit here
im hating you
the tears that are leaking
have intentions of loving you still
my heart pounds
my insides swirl
theres a boxing ring somewhere in between
where the heart and brain duke it out
I watch from the stands
eagerly awaiting a victor
yet there is none
if this where chess
id be at a stalemate
........
its been three months
and im still here
awaiting a victor
of mind or heart
ill never forgive you
ill never stop loving you
this cycle is vicious
and wearing me thin
jessika michele Jan 2014
you're haunting me still
why?
vibrations from your exit still lingering in my bones
they crack and quake
grating against themselves
why aren't they healing?
these wounds that I have been so persistently nursing
why can I not mend myself of this?
the needle is too dull
the thread is fraying
alone in this room
with your ghost still sitting next to me
gently touching my hand, laying its head in my lap to play with its hair
smiling
laughing
a perception
not the reality
I keep my heart in a box under the bed
next to treasured memories of a memory
I want to burn it all
I want to give it back to you
I want to keep it
it makes me sick
when its dark I wish to travel to far away mystical places
dance among the stars on cotton candy roller skates
yet all I get is you
your face
fetal position, clenched jaws, toss and turn
tortured still
in a state meant for rest
dream catchers strategically placed
they're meant to save me from you
ward off and expel YOU
yet my soldiers of the night
my dream wardens
they're no match for the slyness of you
you slip through as if made of air and elegance
replaying all your proudest moments of my misery
ive never felt such indifference toward someone
I want you gone
out of my head
I wish I could peel you from my skin
wring you from my marrow
shed the skin of this serpent's memory
wake to a new day
finally feeling good
finally feeling anything
finally feeling
jessika michele Dec 2013
I used to be
the heart on my sleeve
all or nothing
this is me
kinda girl
but too many times
have people like you
carelessly brushed against it
let it fall
and leave it behind
NOT THIS TIME
NOT ANYMORE!!
ive picked myself up
off of your floor
holding my head high
ive tucked that last piece of me away
hidden in a hollow only I know how to find
locked up tight
away from light
painted this smile upon my face in the art of war
gently I glide
smiling
laughing
selfishly flaunting
how good it feels
to feel nothing
jessika michele Dec 2013
Guilt.
the only one who is guilty of anything is me.
of being naïve.
your treason was so exposed.
post cards, emails, text messages.
written in my own blood.
reminding me of how faithless I have become.
it was always present,
uncontrollable,
my love for your stigmata.
enraptured me.
I took it as my own.
Sociopath, NARCISSIST, insecure...
your transference worked so well.
for someone so stupid
you always seemed smarter
more mature
.
I was the only one being stupid.
falling for those sweet,
made up lines.
that took me
hook and sinker.
jessika michele Dec 2013
stop showing up!!
in my dreams
in my head
into my thoughts
your ghost in my bed

STOP IT!
JUST STOP IT!

finding me in my friends
socially networking your sorrow back to me
"its like a person dying that was close to you"
but you cast the killing blow
you murdered me in your drive way
and now you're haunting me?!

how does that even work?
STOP IT!
JUST LEAVE ME ALONE!
liar
pathetic
LIAR!
coward
LIAR!!!!
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