jessickah

I have the means of letting go
of the yellow plus
red dash
of the moon
in her brightness
less my pale
in reflection
succeeds the infamy
of precious
menaingless pearls.

Their worth
is prison.
The eyes that seek
shall lose sight
in all ways to come,
save pennies
and stale old tales
stretched deep
into the valleys below,
lie drinking from the vine...

Of all that ever was-
scoff at me until I bleed
I am no match for you!
Make me squirm and crawl
until every nightmare
becomes of what is you...

Show me the power of your words.




This is how I feel right now. It is an old write, but stings with fresh meaning. Wow, how I have managed to get myself fucked over. It is times like these when I am truly reassured that my hate for humans is not completely irrational, if at all. I will tell you why tomorrow night, but for now I don't even have the nerve to explain. I am hurt, and single again. Wow, what a sentence. Talk to you all soon...

~Jessickah