cold was the wind in the backyard,
where I stood and held withered roses;
somehow your letters kept me warm,
as I watched them turn into ashes.
wondering what it is like to be yours—
oh dear, she must feel lucky;
wondering what it is like to feel the force,
pulling her more than gravity.
white was the sweater I threw in the fire,
still smelled like your sweet perfume,
a scent of time I was who you desired,
now I burnt every remnant of you.
fuck this malison of long hurt—
the feeling of longing shall die sooner,
and I swore to not fall again on my sword,
begging on knees to be a lover.
yesterday saw I shivered for the ninth time,
on the same grass where we kiss,
but tonight, I decided to be prime—
enough to run from the precipice.
— JAYVIE
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that feeling every night (Completed)
Poetry5th Poetry Anthology a compilation of diary entries, but in the most poetic way possible. I'm glad I can share these emotions with you, even if they capture the unhappy moments in my life - that feeling every night. 🩶 Date Published: August 16, 2023
