JessieInTheRye

To me -- Your eyes are i's turned upside-down Always gazing Always exclaiming: LOVE! DESIRE! JOY! These eyes puncuate every thought that runs through my mind The curves of your smile are quotation marks Not because your mouth speaks, no But because everything I've longed to hear Everything I believed I'd have to resort to reading in someone else's work All of these beloved sentences flow out of you As if your voice were the first to utter such words Your arms are parentheses They wrap around me Hold me together When I just can't stand on my own And there are others: Your brain is a hyphen - it connects me to you And that n

early morning daze i never do too much tired and im cold (inside and out) sqeaking doors, fast-paced, bare-skinned girls: "no-way-like-oh-my-god!" all these sounds voices in the background and the only one i want to hear is yours im sitting on the front stoop watching the endless trafic pass and hoping that the next car to go by will be yours so you can see what this is doing to me i found the last one i wrote about you dated five days ago who knew thats how long it takes for everything to change? i ask you because you seem to have all the answers (even though you wont share them) i wish i knew what happened, (whats happ

lying on my bed staring at the ceiling just trying not to look away i know that if i do my eyes will just drift over to your picture and right now i dont wanna see your face ugh, i hate having to write about you every time i have something to say but apparently, im just a pathetic waste of your time as we established yesterday all i can think about is that damn question (why cant you talk to me?) with your sincere eyes and slight frown its like that song about Indoor Living- i dont wanna let you down (looks like its too late) i move as little as possible the more i walk around, the greater the chance i'll see you and i half-

i hear him talking but i dont care i glance up i see his hands move words appear on chalkboard but his voice doesnt reach me i read his questions but i cant believe i inhale we breed frustration i form my own questions because his words cant keep me i see him yelling but i dont respond i turn away his volume increases adjectives leave me bruised but his taunts wont destroy me so i start writing because i wont, i cant, i dont calm down im frantic pages fill themselves this is the only way i know because i am just a girl with her words.

I like the shower. It's where I do the most thinking. And it makes me clean again. Sometimes I stand in the shower and I just let the water continuously hit the back of my head. Sometimes I sit on the floor of the shower and let the water hit my back. And sometimes I lay on the floor of the shower and let the water hit my face until I feel I can’t breathe. Then I move to the side of the tub where only the stray streams of water go. I like the warmth of the water. I let the water get so hot that when it hits the same patch of skin for a short period of time, it leaves the skin bright red. I like to cry in the shower. Because the

So I- I want all the cake And I I am always late And I Make lots of mistakes But I swear I’m here for you And I Won’t try no more drugs ‘Cause I I just want lots of hugs Just please Show me ALL your love ‘Cause I am here for you I hate Hearing on the phone Your apathetic monotone Sometimes You make me feel alone I just want to be with you You say Your heart and mind are void Which leaves Me feeling so annoyed I wish I could bring you joy I’m trying to be with you I feel Like my love is more clear I try Harder to persevere I stay With you despite my fear That you’re not there for