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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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Ever Present Changes
Flowers are fading as winter hangs in the air,hot chocolate in her hands and a smug smile on her face.Trees grasp to the last of their green glimmer,glittering lover’s tears trickling down the solid branches as another departure is dragged out,winter’s wicked grin towers grim over autumn’s last weeks,watching the earth wither and die.It’s okay.Everything…
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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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I’m The Dreamer, You’re The Dream
Something about this morning makes me long for rain.A fresh fall on the lawn and the window panes as I pass from one dream to another,your fingers clinging tightly to my waist,drumming a sleepy, soft song as you chase me,playfully into paradise.
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Sincerely, Jennifer x 