Baby Blue
Corpse Candy
Summer Of Love
Paraíso
The Importance Of Being Earnestly Yours
My Best Friend’s Baby
Forget You Nots
Never Say Die
Everything That Mattered
This Is Love
Birthmark
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Baby Blue
Knife to my armbands,
lost in the lake of your love.
I rise as I fall.
Oh my baby blue,
I’m just drowning in your charms.
I live as you breathe.
-x-
Corpse Candy
My neurology is nasty,
and I’m taken by tremors,
as I’m tempted by your taste.
You’re the sweetest
sour faced sod I’ve ever known,
and I’ll pick your brain,
from your handsome head,
and save it for last,
so kuru carries me to the dreams of death,
and I can dine on you for a life time.
-x-
Summer Of Love
You, like the sun,
were blinding, ever present,
and as essential to me,
as you were stunning.
You stayed on my mind,
like a stone in my shoe,
but when I threw you to the ground,
you took my whole leg with you.
I glued you back, and we glided all summer,
Honda rides in the heat,
and an hour’s sleep if we could stand it.
I couldn’t stand not standing by you,
though I knew you’d break my heart,
I covered it up with candy floss,
as we found our way to the fair.
-x-
Paraíso
We paved the path to Paraíso,
with everyday extravagance,
you can’t find in a store.
One night with you,
and the lights our taxes pay for,
feels ethereal,
and the way I feel,
for you,
is scribbled on a tram shelter,
where we hide from the winds,
of a world that can’t stand us.
We work all week,
for Netflix, and negotiation,
of how much of the covers,
you can spare,
and how much of me,
I’ll share.
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The Importance Of Being Earnestly Yours
I fell from the sky,
and my mission was my parachute.
How could my life end,
on arrival,
when I was born to be yours?
I tore off my past,
and my preset settings,
and didn’t hold my breath,
as I drowned in a fresh coat of paint,
to be yours.
Earnestly,
sincerely,
irrevocably.
I have spent so long,
building your dream,
that I’ve forgotten what mine was.
-x-
My Best Friend’s Baby
You mean less,
than you’d like,
and I like you,
more than I mean to.
If only I could
strip me
of the spell
you’ve dressed me in.
Sometimes,
you are behind me,
enveloping my waist,
and rationing my breath.
Every dandelion,
star,
birthday candle,
and evening hopeful countdown,
belongs to you,
though you belong to her.
I would wait
for the rest of my days,
to belong
to my best friend’s baby.
-x-
Forget You Nots
So many Septembers,
after our sordid summers,
each as precious,
and tempestuous,
and close to my heart,
as the last.
I kissed your lips,
a thousand times,
and you made me cry,
a million,
and I have cherished a billion smiles,
from the lips I loved.
I’ll forget a lot,
in my final days,
as I tend my forget-me-nots,
but you’ll follow me forever,
I’ll be happily haunted,
by the boy I couldn’t forget.
-x-
Never Say Die
Gee, it’s too bad,
you’ve found somebody new.
I hope you never leave.
The birds don’t sing for her,
and the stars stay,
surrounding where we used to lay.
Never sunrise,
I forgot the beauty of a starting day.
I hope you never stay.
Ours were born at ten AM,
Wine gums and strawberry shake,
brunch for the beaten down and broken up.
Does she tire
of the way you talk?
(Maybe I did?)
I hope you never say.
You’d repeat the same generic words,
and I’d smile real symmetrical.
You’ve kept walking,
but I’m the girl in a galaxy.
-x-
Everything That Mattered
My last words to you,
throb in my throat,
scratching and crawling,
to escape,
to reach you one last time.
I’m surrounded by suffocation,
and the ground is lava,
so I’ll leap into your arms,
and pretend we never parted,
then I’ll fall to the floor,
unable to reach the arms,
I’ll miss forever.
-x-
This Is Love
You remain unchanged,
I exist as fire.
I will burn.
I will roar.
You remain unswayed,
I exist as ice.
I will melt,
I will run.
You remain ashamed,
I exist as heart.
I will love,
we will love.
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Birthmark
You are painted on my skin,
a mystery since my arrival,
that I’ve never solved,
but often trace,
when I’m alone.
White feathers weight,
on my weathered soul,
and I follow their path,
through the forest fire,
you’ve ignited in my heart.
I thought I’d been yours,
since I was sixteen,
broken down as you didn’t look my way,
cradled with Carl Wilson,
singing “God Only Knows”,
as I realised I always did.
-x-
© Jennifer Juan 2017