Something in my glass tastes like misery and I wonder –
Maybe the green colored glasses have gotten under my skin.
All the lights are emerald, and maybe I’m the one you wanted?
Maybe I’m the missing safety pin?
***
Promises are cheap, betrayal is priceless –
Honey, I’ll never sell the stab wounds in my back.
(Ironic, of course, they came from someone who’s spineless.)
But my love for you was low-cost so I burned the almanac.
-JW
…Yet it becomes so apparent – when you meet the ones you’re so supposed to be with,
the ones you were looking for all along,
the ones you sought since the day you first felt cold…
And they will not think it over.
They will sit still through the storms.
But isn’t it funny…
The evident is always a little hidden in the truth.
During the best of times so many will put up a fight trying to convince you – they’re the ones you’ve lost.
Yet – you’ve known for too long to chase these fake tales of greedy love.
Because the ones you’re seeking don’t leave when it’s messy. They know you’re messy.
Once you find them
it is always just so apparent.
…
-JW
Picking up the pieces after I exploded with rage wasn’t the hardest part.
It was more difficult to promise I’ll love you till death do us part.
I wouldn’t promise my endless, undying devotion to anyone, rest assured,
But you bent my neck so sharply I couldn’t breathe, and I felt cured.
Sewing my severed pieces together from scratch wasn’t annoying.
Boys will be boys; and it happened to be me, entering in the midst of them toying.
I wouldn’t forgive the scars on my pale, cold skin, yet I would forgive you –
It just seems better when he’s the one who harms, and also the one you screw.
Stitching my freshly spilled brain together from the bathroom walls is fine.
How come he was so patient? I had one drink too many. Or maybe nine?
I wouldn’t be alive today if he didn’t give me that steady push with a fist.
As soon as I saw red in my hair I knew I’ve made it into the naughty list.
It’s fine. Really, it’s fine. I’ll take the risk.
-JW
The Daily Writing of Jackie Wright 