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Jen

Jen

Never

A reflection

You never loved me,
Only the taste of my name,
As it lingered on your slithering tongue,
Falling out, dripping,
With poisons of promises,
Never kept,
And expectations that you never met.

#Jenay #Jenboben #Never #Poem

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Molding

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

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…
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Carelessly

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

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,
Flying Haiku

Flying out of the nest, At sixty mph, Four hours—without rest.
Tiny Poem

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

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,
Bare

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

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…
Collecting Calluses

You collect calluses, Like precious gems, Revering their form, Keeping them close, And if it wasn’t for me,
Tea

The warmth of my tea, How lovely at six a.m. Oh! The little things.
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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,
Twice

I feel like I could vomit tears, But that wouldn’t suffice, For amount of years together, Exactly twice, I have no idea...
Implications

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

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



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