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Jessica M Feb 2013
Outside my window the morning sky is pink
like your blushing skin
flushing down your guilt
somewhere underneath your bravery
it will eat you from within

and I can't stop thinking about
your fingers locked inside my mouth
to lock my voice away
I'm still not sure
if I wanted you to stay
because I wanted you,
or because I liked the way you
filled the space around me
Jessica M Dec 2012
One foot after another
chin down, eyes
burning like gleams of
sun through the trees
on a hazy winter morning...

When my eyes are
closed, surrounded
in black and still
I could be anywhere
I could be anything
I could be nothing at all
Jessica M Dec 2012
and I will fly away from here
somewhere the air dissolves
beneath the sunlight
and the gutters drip with rain

I am the only one responsible
for the rotting of my brain
Jessica M Dec 2012
your empty strings were prisoners
your waxen wings were true
and down below the ocean
was a nauseous shade of blue

I carved your face in stone
upon the mountainside
so every weary traveller
would know what he’d left behind

Abe Lincoln went to Gettysburg
to bury those who fell
and the highest king dove burning
from the highest citadel
Jessica M Nov 2012
She said “I feel so down and out”
I said “you do not have to
close your eyes” and watched her smile
twist and leave as in some miracle
and as you drove
I watched the streetlights hit your face
and fade again I could not understand
how anyone would want to hurt you
and now all I see
are leaves turning brown around me colors
brilliant as the sun
will return when the winter ends
but for now
I just sit alone and let the light in,
blinding me a glorious white surrounds me
what else could I ever need
Jessica M Oct 2012
Your music was so
sweet and thick
I could taste it
swallow it *** it
up into a ball and
hide it dark and safe inside my chest
and peel away at it until
it was just a memory, sweet
and thick and warm behind my
ribcage, dark and
safe beside my heart
Jessica M Aug 2012
Is it too late to dream?
The first gleams of sunlight are creeping through the glass
and the birds sing of morning
but i stay wrapped in my sheets
and in my dreams
of you and me on a dock in summer
but the water is red
and it stains your toenails
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