Expire, par Jen

Expire

I’m not a side dish,

I’m not a left—over,

you can’t put me away,

you can’t save me for later,

as with all things,

moments in life expire,

sometimes much too quickly,

so let’s focus,

on my rising chest,

so I can pull you in,

and find some rest.

#Expire #Jenay #Jenboben #Love #Rest

Tried to meditate, too many different people, are inside my head.

Despite the rips in between the se… I can’t escape my bones, I can’t fight the dreams, So I wait but, I can’t manage to speak,

I’m always enamored with, Short periods of time, With fantasies of, Your hand in mine.

Stumbling over words, Like a child stumbles over shoe la… Left undone. Every word I want to say, Left undone.

No implications, Did I notice at the time, Only the key strokes.

‘I’ am the lifeless infinite. ‘I’ am the sun, perforating throug… ‘I’ am a strawberry moon. But what is I?

Last Night. Was the first night I had a thous… Perforating with tender thoughts i… Last Night. Was the the first night, in my lif…

under florescents, the cigarette butts are like confe… glittering the sidewalk, with anxiety.

She melds into the rhythm, listening for a heartbeat, escaping into the fumes, her thoughts incomplete. She escaped through the cracks,

Can I just have slow sex, Long talks, Lengthy poems, And everyday walks, Can I have running through the wo…

It feels much less like a kick in… but a slap in the face, I would say ‘fuck it’, but it wouldn’t adequately represe… that was lacked in,

I can’t say I know, The bed where you lay, The shape, color, and patterns, That makes up your day, I can only say now,

“You’re trapped.” He explains, My body is bare, I’m losing time, And losing air.

The language of love flowed freely… Through the rivers of our veins, During the summer we discovered ma… And razors edges. We used the torn corners,

Whenever I’m alone, I stay smiling, Counting the stitches sewn, On 100 thread count sheets, Wishing for rain,