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If I can take it for an hour,

Then I can make it a day.

You stood there like a crypt

With nothing left to say.

If I can take it for a day,

Then I can make it a week.

Seven times the pressure,

But bleeding is for the weak.

If I can take it for a week,

Then I can make it a month.

You can kill the lights,

But I won’t stop the hunt.

If I can take it for a month,

Then I can make it a year.

You did me dirty this time,

Go and save up some fear.

If I can take it for a year,

Then I can make it almost three.

Did you know all along?

How do you even sleep?

-Jackie

I am staring at the black sky, but it tastes like a sour pill.

Will I end up at a hospital?

Find some peace in a graveyard or a landfill?

The questions are bigger than the universe can manage,

And I count down tomorrows,

But yesterdays tell me there’s nothing to salvage.

The great wheels of the unknown roll in the distance,

Too far for me to reach them,

Therefore, I stare and dwell on this existence.

Where will they find me, where will they leave me be?

Will a lost dog sing my last song

Or will someone call my time here a legacy?

-Jackie

Exhale me through parted lips,

Let me go like a breath.

I’m your burden, I’m your curse.

Just a wreck in your nets.

Put me in a cage and lock it,

And I’ll call it my home.

Drink your wine as I cry,

Lost, buried and alone.

-Jackie

All my beige dresses have specks of brain matter on them.

All my thoughts are scattered, waiting for the sword to drop.

Have I bludgeoned the last good man this chilly evening?

Will they watch as I self-destruct or make me come to a stop?

I am taking my path down some alleys I cannot even mention,

And the dogs are after my scent, but soon they will tire.

The river washes away the scarlet crimes while I act somber.

One day they will finally see that I am no gun for hire.

-Jackie

Tell me how I’m always playing nice

Or how you think about me in your sleep.

When you check your door, you always check twice

Because my will was never yours to keep.

For now, rest your soul and do not worry,

Do not close that window late at night.

You had a backpack full of sorrys,

And the weight of them almost broke my might.

Tell me how I crave their bleeding attention,

How your nightmares paint me as the villain.

I was just an honorable mention,

And the high I gave you wasn’t thrilling.

Why did you butcher my reality?

When did you notice that I’ve fallen for the trick?

You got me prosecuted based on a fallacy.

If they knew, your grin would make them sick.

-Jackie

If these streets can’t keep my secrets,

Do I even have a friend who will?

I’m staring into these lit up windows,

Begging for my mind to remain still.

Happiness haunts me through the nights,

So I walk the streets in silence.

I pretend that nobody can see me

As the tears drop like shattered diamonds.

-Jackie

Take me in like a scene from a movie

Where the hero gets lost in a rainy city.

Rub me off like the cheapest perfume,

But I’ll still linger, and you’ll still miss me.

Make plans and undo your past mistakes.

Wait for the knot in your stomach to die.

I might not be the one you’re looking for,

Still, I’ll be your friend and your alibi.

-Jackie

I keep buying bigger closets,

Hoping they will hide my skeletons,

But the bones moan at midnight

And my thoughts turn irrelevant.

Some pasts haunt, some destroy,

Mine craves putrid revenge.

I move houses and cities,

Then kill off all of my friends.

I wish that I could help it,

But my sweet innocence fails me.

Blood and gore call me a sister

While my values stay hazy.

I keep burying sharp daggers,

Hoping I can grow and change.

I put on long pastel dresses

And my reflection seems strange.

Some lives give, some lives take,

Mine burns continents and skylines.

One day I will get to rest,

But maybe not in this lifetime.

-Jackie