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Coping Mechanisms For When I Remember That You Are No Longer Mine
It’s only over,that’s all.Memories exist,but taste oh so bland. It’s only over,you know.I’ll remember you,like I remember Hastings beach on a sunny day,when I dug myself into the sand with a sullen, tear soaked face and begged to stay. It’s only over,I guess.I have nothing to cry about but everything.I write your name in the…
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Little Girls Must Fight Their Urges
Someone mentioned your name yesterday,and my nails dug into my palm,the marks still present as I struggled out of a dream of you this morning,asking myself why my impulse is still to punish myself for your presence in my subconscious when I am supposedly free? The trains are fucked this morning and all I can…
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Hanging Up
I’ve got my ex husband on line one,asking if things can be fixed,and I tap my pen against the oak of my desk,making a wish as I watch my phone shuffle through songs by starry eyed girls who saw things that my eyes aren’t capable of conceiving. I wish that I was a mother. He…
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Icy Waters
Waist deep in my woes,sharing them with you,you,my sweet one,seated in my shadow with a sly smile,so deep in the drama that you drown in me. Staring up from my icy waters,your eyes are glazed and tormented,dark and gloomy as the day begins again.My demons aren’t here to help me,and all you do is stare…
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I’m not in any danger
If I was any other thing,I would be the planks of a pier by the ocean I dreamed of for the last decade,so I could hear her sing to me as the stars stare down. It never seems to end.I fix my eyes on a final pointthat seems to get further away every time I…
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Sincerely, Jennifer x 