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Lifestyles Of The Loved And Blameless
I’m mad about your mania, making plans that always revolve around your ruling passion, your crazed addiction, for the way I simply exist. I am forever hanging out in your hang ups, the prettiest of your preoccupations, possessing your every thought, your darling demon, corrupting your conscious, until it breathes, lives, pleads for me. I…
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Fine Wine and Smirnoff Ice
Someone asked me why I won’t date men my age. They asked me and I was cast back through time, on trains and buses, listening to men my age, when they think they can’t be heard, boasting about body counts, swapping stories like Pokemon cards, about women who trusted them to keep it to themselves.…
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Completely
Say it isn’t so, say you haven’t figured me out, ah, you utter bastard, you know all about me, weaving through my wayward games, to pin me down, playfully pushing me out of my comfort cavern, until I am uncomfortable with how comfortable I am with you. You ask me if I want to live…
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Smothered
You talk to me, like I’ve been lobotomised, like the way that I’ve been traumatised, means I love to be patronised. Maybe I don’t mind, maybe I like watching you do everything you think I want you to do, as if you know the rules. I watch you, without a single cue, you cut up my…
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Angel Forever
She was wild, wrapping me up in her world, dragging me into her drama, capturing me in chaos, until we were still, stuck in one moment, parked outside a bar, with a menu that mocked our means. I dream of the car, the scent of her cigarette, the way she flowed from topic to topic,…
angels, Creative Writing, grief, jennifer juan, loss, love, love poetry, Personal, poem, poetry, romance, wlw, Writing
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Sincerely, Jennifer x 