Jul 2024 – The Daily Writing of Jackie Wright

Hear My Words

Your love haunts me like a dusty piano playing hymns in an abandoned manor.

Your gaze is a delirious fever dream that makes me forget my morals and manners.

If I learned my lesson not once but twice, why do I yearn for you each evening?

You are the one I think about when it rains and when my lungs cannot stop heaving.

When this comes to an end, like all things must, will you still hear these words?

Will you burn your life up like an old house, or will you tell me you got bored?

We both know you have wounded me, and I have cut you open with my snarls.

When we look back at ourselves in twenty years, will we want to erase these scars?

-Jackie

Ever since we met, I have been cursing the devil

Because no decent god could have made me this broken.

My ego often consumes me like a ravenous ghoul,

But I shush the vile thoughts and mind the words that are spoken.

The cycle repeats, yet the time spins backwards,

And if I touch that flame now, it will scar my descendants.

If I pull back my hand, if I contain this deep madness,

Can I return to my gods and my fresh independence?

The line I cannot cross has encircled me like a target.

Just one gust of wind, and I will lose all of my grace.

There is a list I keep of people who will not forgive me.

When I look at you, I see each and every face.

-Jackie

To all the friends we lose while navigating our own journey.

Twice a month, I dream of you walking these streets,

Calling me mad and calling out my undying greed.

Strangely, that still fills me with hopeless joy

Because you turned our friendship into this cheap decoy.

We fell apart when I turned to better choices,

Pointing out your mistakes, your antithetical voices.

I wasn’t nice or fair, I admit it now, honey,

But neither were you, begging for favors and money.

My paragraphs were petty, and your love was cheap.

I hate growing up; some nights I can’t even sleep.

These paradoxes pile up on my doorstep like mail.

You’ll judge me harshly when I finally fail.

These words mean nothing in the grand scheme of things.

They might reach you, and they might really sting.

I hope you’ve moved on, I hope you remember.

I was never kind enough to let you be tender.

-Jackie