Rolled Up

We let it all fall before we let the walls come crumbling down. When, then, they go right back up on repeat though the words sounded terrible and now it's such an original song that could be so beautiful. But she spoke about the facade that the pretties put up and I couldn't help but relate to the ugly side of that. And you blamed me for my memory while yours seems extinguished to all I deserve. She was derogatory for deleting the doormat. I was derogatory for ending up on the floor where I pushed you to her and I should've just let her suck you in. I thought our roles were reversed, I'd love to see the ending of you two, blindly in the same roles. And how you'd both get so screwed up and miss out on the rolling of the mat.

J.

Locker

Days blurring together and you're running after them. The packs of M&Ms are a specific number and it's simply insignificant altogether. The smiles and hellos make no difference and the effects of it all seem catastrophic in tiny ways that almost erupt as a volcano. The scissors almost stab the things you want the most while the OCD and duller things screw up the almost material thing that you've worked the most on. The stress isn't what they think it is. The gorgeous eyes, he got right but the emotions behind them, he doesn't have a clue about. The pressure in the head seems sharply constant and constantly dull. The anger seems psychotic and the bottle seems so weak. The little things are the biggest yet somehow the most irrelevant. You walk the ground and fly the sky but you're absolutely nowhere in between. So many big places you can choose to go, yet your choices are infinitely limited. The faces and places they consist of let you down constantly and the only sort of security seems to be an unfair small box where they say locks are required but there are ways around it...

J. 

From Shadows to the Warmth

Running from the shadows, trying to find the warmth. Turn the music up as loud as the human ear drum can tolerate. Maybe you can lose your voice trying to sing as loud. Every effort is made to shut out the brain. But the carefree attitude he warned me would fade keeps coming and going and I try so desperately for it to work but the bear is wise and as much as I hate to admit it, I know he's right. And she sings, 'you're the one for me' softly into my ear and I'm not entirely sure she knows what she's talking about because that's what he told me and so did he and I did and everything just got screwed up and nothing came out true. I know the bear is aware that hurting comes from hurting and I hope he doesn't hurt anymore but I'm not sure I'll ever stop because I'm aware that hurting comes from hurting so I'm hurting and hurting. The things that used to make me cry, just don't anymore but I cry at everything anyway and I cry so much that I'll just want to run away from the shadows and find some warmth.

J.

Between the Two of You

Travel all across the world just to meet her... And she's traveling to meet you and you both go so far but actually go nowhere. And when she's standing right in front of you and you know exactly what's going through her head. You both look down and part ways because you haven't really met her yet. But you had her already so you'll never even know.

J.

Jr.

And when I hold my breath, the flames are still. But even when they're gone, wax spills.
My skin, it burns, while my stomach, it churns.
And through the sobs, my head still throbs.
The bag is getting creases and of me, it's getting pieces.
My heart is all wrong, you took it with that song.
In the books, I haven't hooked.
Instead my voice feels the choice.
With hate, it seems my fate.
I soon find desire in the thought I could retire
into my soul, if it hasn't yet turned into a black hole.
I guess we'll wait and see what I'll soon be...

J.

Dear,

God, I really don’t know what to say anymore… I feel like just grabbing your shoulders, shaking you and saying, “I love you, dammit!” But you should know that. You have me at your fingertips. I’m “sprung” okay? You just have no idea.. What happened? Why does it have to be like this? Is it really that impossible for two people to have a good relationship and be happy? Or am I just that naïve? I’m starting to believe that I really am going to end up the lonely old cat lady on the corner… Was it going bad and I was simply blind to it or was it really this spontaneous? Can we ever go back to how we were before? I was the happiest girl ever been. I liked that girl you thought she was “perfect.” What did she do wrong? How can she fix it? Just don’t leave her in the dark. She’s becoming the girl she doesn’t wanna be… So is it over, or do you think we can make it? I want you. I want us. I want this love we have. Because for once, I believe it. I’m sorry if I’m being too much of a girl and repeating myself a bit but you really don’t understand how much you mean to me. I’ve fallen for you, and I’m thinking I’ll see myself lying on the ground. But I want to see myself lying in your arms. That’s my sanctuary and dear lord it feels so right. Like I actually belong…

J.

Phonecall Silence

As your head fills with frustration then drains with cobblestones and tarp-laying tans. You think "ah" until you have a full conversation of emptiness and shouts filling with silence. With "goodnights" rising in obnoxious numbers because she doesn't know when to shut the door. And his indifference showing as he won't answer the phone. When she becomes the little princess that expects to be catered to and the women who accused us of sisterhood should be shot in the face. I've always wanted to be so much different from her until I realized, I was so much like her (not counting the footsteps down the hallway). And my experiences amount to anger and shame while the competition is actually very lame. Because though she could be impressive, all you want to do is punch her in the face. Bringing back recollections of how she "promised" to "throw down." Like I said, funny. but someone told her no one would ever be able to love her. Someone must have, because I couldn't help but repeating it, over and over and over again in my head. The temperature is rising but she and he were cooling. The non issues were increasing but her patience was depleting. And the surprise of a tiny bit of realization came through the muffled cough of the forgotten speaker. Bringing memory of the earlier words, spoken in few, that brought back heartbreaking memories of times when silence was the only option to keep breathing.
J.

Sunshine, My Darling

Bring me some sunshine, my darling. You tell me time is running out yet won't give me a hand. She's clever and has so much more to say to you. She's small and defies gravity, because of you. She's stunning, and I am stone. We seem to be great but when we're so close, we don't realize that we're worlds apart. I'm vulnerable and I feel so weak for not knowing what's to come. For not knowing where to go from here. And you ignore my imperfections, you've accepted all that I am. But you don't tell me my insecurities will pass. You don't take advantage of my weakness to make me stronger. You, and the rest of the world, "know" I'll be okay. And I will. Which ironically seems to weaken me. And I'm tired, oh so tired, of trying to bask in the false sunshine. I want you to bring me some, my darling.

J.

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Double L

So tonight the moon smiled at us.

As I held a brick on my head, lillies in my hands and twists in my heart.

It's 70 before we start shaking and the 25th before our lives begin with the things we put on the shelves.

She squealed and I accidentally made a promise I may purposefully not keep.

Sometimes, we must begin again, when we're too far out.

Then late at night, when she's happy, we realize that we're not far enough.

Things aren't quiet enough or seldom enough, but never long enough either.

She's never still enough.

We're just not here enough.

And those letters, just don't amount to enough.

J.

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