Personal matters
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Flying out of the nest, At sixty mph, Four hours—without rest.
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,
I’m always enamored with, Short periods of time, With fantasies of, Your hand in mine.
Can I just have slow sex, Long talks, Lengthy poems, And everyday walks.... Can I have running through the wo…
Carefully and slowly, I unfold myself from inside, Dark and lowly, I swallow my pride, I let her out,
I never thought I could crave a s… Like the one that sits across your… Distinctly scraped from the corner… Made in depths of dreams and forei… Its own presence, reflecting galax…
I feel like I could vomit tears, But that wouldn’t suffice, For amount of years together, Exactly twice, I have no idea...
under florescents, the cigarette butts are like confe… glittering the sidewalk, with anxiety.
Tried to meditate, too many different people, are inside my head.
No implications, Did I notice at the time, Only the key strokes.
‘We’re the same’, Teetering on edges of lines, I ca… And you say again ‘we are the same… Conflating words, Of an honest one,
You collect calluses, Like precious gems, Revering their form, Keeping them close, And if it wasn’t for me,
The warmth of my tea, How lovely at six a.m. Oh! The little things.
“You’re trapped.” He explains, My body is bare, I’m losing time, And losing air.