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 Sep 23 Diary of Jane
selma
In my car -
you told me you loved me.
I pulled the words from your tongue;
couldn’t help myself.
I desired to hear them.
Forgive me,
I was young and eager to love.

December was sweet to us;
the snow storm felt like summer sun.
Seasons have gone by since then.
We couldn‘t stop the world from turning,
not even when you told me
your deepest secrets.

My heart has been broken ever since.
August couldn’t save us from crying.

Leaves change their color,
but I always remember
the very first time
you said you loved me.
Try me tomorrow,
When i am over it,
This is my sorrow,
I behold it.
 Sep 15 Diary of Jane
Esme
You looked at me like love could grow,
But, I, am a garden choked in frost,
Our love could never blossom,
Never break the icy exterior,
You are the brightest sun and ,
And the winter grows stronger when I believe
that spring was possibly near,
I still doubt the light that reaches me,
I remember I learnt to freeze warmth too,
Now I spend my days surrounded by evergreen
Bound to wither forever,
And sadly my fate is sealed,
And you my love,
Have to bare witness,
Working over time to save me and yet still,
I frost every summer,
And still you warm,
And still we sleep,
And still when winter comes,
You, my love ,are gone.
being unlovable
 Sep 15 Diary of Jane
Nobody
i walked downstairs to my room
and cried the way i had taught myself.
curled up in a ball
tears dripping to the ground
gripping the floor
screaming
crying
yelling
but never heard.
silent.
i would never wake my family!
why, that would be mean.
so i cry.
silently.
and rip my hair out
and try not to cut
and punch the floor
and hug myself
and punch myself
and hate myself and feel so, so sorry for the little boy who had to deal with this.
for myself.
i hate this
You say I'm childish
For freely professing
All the words that are
Etched on my heart

As if I had any
Other choice but to
Be buried by them
I'd much rather to be childish...
 Aug 29 Diary of Jane
LL
I have within me
a thousand year's worth of want —
and an empty bed
2025/120
My longing for you is beyond words;
tears say what I can't.
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