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Saturday

You explore a land of anxious ice.

I want to love you,

with my whole soul,

the way my heart does.

Yes,

she loves you,

with everything she has,

but all her friends are too afraid,

enclosed,

hard to reach,

showered in stars,

that shine seductively,

but run when you appear.

My music plays loud,

as I hang my heart out the window,

waving at you,

whispering,

“I want to love you.”

“I know I love you.”

Nine hours melts to seconds,

like candy floss,

when it meets the spray of the sea,

and I melt too,

sleeping under an illumination,

night lights,

there is a dream,

far above my head,

where I sleep beside you,

and I love you,

with my whole soul,

my whole heart,

and all that I am.

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Sincerely, Jennifer x – S04E17 – Time Is A Dangerous Thing For A Woman Like Me To Have, But I Have It.

On today’s episode, Jennifer shares some new poems, and talks about how she overcame her fear of constantly annoying everyone around her, feeling safe in relationships, being authentic as a creator, and whether the press and social media need to be regulated, following the deaths of a number of celebrities, due to trolling and bullying.

Jennifer also updates you on the recent events in British politics, including missing relatable Queen, Emily Thornberry, Richard Burgon and Rebecca Long Bailey’s big media empire, Labour’s continued woes in Scotland and Wales.

You can find the new episode on your favourite podcast provider here, and you can find the episode guide for Sincerely, Jennifer x here.

Season 4

Besos,

J x



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Sincerely, Jennifer x – S04E16 – Love Is In The Air and On The Airwaves

On today’s episode, Jennifer celebrates Valentine’s Day with you, answers some of your questions, discusses weddings, dates and how to spend Valentine’s Day, if you’re single.

You can find the new episode on your favourite podcast provider here, and you can find the episode guide for Sincerely, Jennifer x here.

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J x



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Don’t Remember Me

Love you,

I do,

in an endless,

aching way,

sometimes,

the way it flows through my soul,

feels familiar,

and I am found off balance,

by the words I feel I’ve said before.

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I have been a mystery,

a far off aspiration,

a headache,

a heartache.

His doll,

his toy,

your hunnybee,

her darling dearest,

his sordid secret,

the slightest bit neurotic,

full of nonsense,

cherie,

cherie,

cherie.

Romantica is everyone’s baby,

for a time,

a girl built from stars,

and sonnets,

and scars.

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I want to be more,

for you.

I want to be what you see in your dreams,

I want to be the heavenly fantasy that haunts you,

stuck in your throat,

because you’re not quite ready to tell me,

honestly,

I am only complete,

when I am built in an image,

that someone completely adores.

I am my own.

I am fiercely individual.

I am an Aquarius,

after all,

but none of that is true,

when I belong to you,

and every you that came before,

is a temporary tattoo,

that I have scraped away,

until I shove their words back in my mouth,

smiling and wiling away the hours,

repeating myself,

and all my greatest clip show episodes,

because I need to fulfil you,

but I don’t know how.

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I am fulfilled,

and this time,

it hits differently,

your name sits differently on my lips,

every second,

of my night terrors,

waking me,

saving me,

like a spell,

like a kiss,

I call out your name,

and I am transformed,

transferred to blissful safety.

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Love you,

I do,

and I think you love me too.

I think that I fulfil you,

by the way I think of you,

night and day,

and I think,

you’d kill for me,

in my dreams,

if I asked you nicely,

if I said it soothes me,

to see rivers of blood,

oceans of rage,

your white shirt,

soft neck,

a gallery,

for finality.

I don’t know,

who I want dead next,

I think,

maybe it would be sweet,

if you killed the bad dreams,

and bad habits,

I carried with me.

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What if one day,

I’m just somebody you remember,

when you see your horoscope,

as you scan the morning paper?

What if one day,

I’m just an uncomfortable,

awkward sex dream,

that makes you confused,

and upset,

causing tension with your wife,

that you can’t explain,

because then you’d have to think of me,

again,

but I am gone,

you haven’t seen me for years,

and it hurts to say my name,

because I did what I always do,

and…

I don’t want to be gone,

this time.

I don’t want you to remember,

because I don’t want you to forget.


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Gemini

You went mad,

because you thought I didn’t find you funny,

and you had spent every day,

before you found me,

thinking that was all you were.

It’s not that I am resigned to remaining miserable,

no,

that’s not it at all,

and I do,

on occasion,

find you amazing,

amusing,

downright confusing,

delightful,

insightful,

interesting,

and bemusing.

You are a snowstorm of sentimentality,

that swirls all around me.

I reach up,

gripping on to each new aspect of you,

that I discover,

until I am snowed under,

melting and freezing all together,

a sun tanned slushy,

trying to sum up,

all the ways I want you.

So,

don’t think,

that I don’t laugh,

sometimes,

it just has to be internal,

because I am just overwhelmed,

by the eternal ways,

you find to surprise me,

by bringing a new kind of joy to my day,

every time I see you.


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