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An Open Letter To Male Poets
Hello clever man, who towers, only in height, and has the same syndrome as boys who buy big cars. There’s something you should know. I’ll say it slow, so I don’t get overwhelmed, because you know we women are not complex, so quiet, so one dimensional, (feel free to mention all the books you’ve read,…
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I Wrote This When We Were Fighting
I won’t compromise my heart again, because nobody can know all the answers, for the questions everybody asks, and why do I have to say anything, or do anything, at this point? All I’ll have when I die, are the thoughts I found, inside a hyperactive head, and what I did with them. Like the…
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Regrettably
This summer, I might go where the sunshine lives. Palm trees, no memories, no ties, no heartbreak to run away from. I thought I might try drugs once, but they tore up everyone I knew, and you know I’m not ready to be an obituary, despite the days where I’m melancholy. I want to survive…
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Stay The Night
I thought that maybe you’d like to stay the night, not in my bed, never slipping between sheets, that are wary of you, but in the garden, awake all night, stretching and slurring to keep yourself here for a little longer. You asked me why, and I pretended not to hear the question, not to…
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Shipwreck
Shadows dance across the garden, as we dream under the moonlight and the street lights. I keep my eyes on the ivy that inches up your gate, and leave enough room between us, to make space for Jesus, but I’m drawn to you, magnetic, erratic, heart hammering, morals crumbling, because I want you, deeply, and…
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Sincerely, Jennifer x 