Chasing My Catharsis

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My cup is spilling dark red on innocent people,

It is overflowing as I beg for a breather.

But my legs keep spinning in these perfect circles,

Erasing my breath, erasing my purpose.

Love, I have lost my balance for half a year,

And when I bawl, I hope they overhear.

“Oh, she is chasing her catharsis, let it be,”

They say, then put sedatives in my tea.

Yet, they are not wrong, I have been looking.

My mind is dead, it is growing a new king.

He burned my kingdom with his father’s matches,

But fire, honey, it sparks, and it catches.

So, watch as I break right into his plots,

Make him someone he swore he was not.

I am chasing my catharsis, just let it be,

Just kneel in front of my grand treachery.

-Jackie

Louvre

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My mind is hanging in the Louvre

As pristine as the day you stole it.

I wonder if you will ever become

More than a cheap pickpocket.

You lie whenever you breathe out,

Twist truths whenever you inhale.

It took me a lifetime to find you,

And one second for you to fail.

But anger is a pulsating heart,

Always ready to die trying.

The fury I have saved for you

Has more edges than a diamond.

Your mind is hanging in the Louvre

As desperate as the day I left.

I wonder if you will ever become

Anything more than just a regret.

-Jackie

Heart-Shaped Guilt

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The blue light in your eyes is a gentle ocean,

And I am the anchor dragging you down.

I know it hurts to go through the notions,

But no one can stop me from leaving the town.

The changes hit me so hard, I fell apart.

I could not keep a single thing from breaking.

Yet, I wish I could have saved your heart,

Could have hidden the smiles I have been faking.

But now it is just your blue eyes and mine,

And I do not even know if you see my colors.

All I have learned is that I keep crossing lines,

Spilling my heart-shaped guilt on others.

-Jackie

The Sight Of Me

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The sight of me tastes sour on your lips,

And it rips open all the scars I left,

It bruises your fingertips.

Still, you cannot look away for a second.

I reckon betrayal hurts more

When delivered with a dull weapon.

My smile, it bites like a poisonous snake.

Do not fake the niceties, no.

Key my car, spit right on my cake.

The way I was never yours chokes you,

And you know it is getting close,

It is painting your face blue.

Your spite wins as usual, so you beat on,

You choose wrong, keep hurting

Until the wind becomes too strong.

Yet, the sight of me still tastes like blood,

It comes like flood, then fades,

Drowning you in the mud.

-Jackie

Only

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The only peace I know lies besides me on the cold kitchen floor,

And it shakes in silent relief each time I let go of the score.

The only voice I follow breathes gentle symphonies into my ears,

Covering my head in bright fantasies that slowly dry my tears.

The only hope I have left trembles silently in the darkest corners.

It does not know whether it belongs with the lovers or the mourners.

The only grain of patience I have for you is finally coming apart,

And you know that this time you will not make it

If I do not give you a head start.

-Jackie

Wrapped Up In Your Paradise

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Your silhouette dances on the top of my thoughts,

It stomps its heels on my untangled words.

Your Cheshire cat smile gets brighter than the moon,

Reflecting my anger, bending me like a spoon.

And I try to escape it, but I only sink deeper.

Every next hill feels steeper and steeper.

I cannot avenge the blood I have shed.

I want you as my wine, want you as my bread.

Your porcelain teeth dig into my arteries

Until the poison you spew becomes a part of me.

You echo my screams, turn them into lullabies,

And I become dull, wrapped up in your paradise.

-Jackie

You Took It All

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The rain is coloring the tree branches blue

Every morning I put a new hex on you.

The windows are fogging up with memories,

Crying in my cruel treachery.

I was never your victim, never a martyr.

As per them, I was always faster and smarter.

People laughed when I finally told my story,

They begged me to say that I am sorry.

But the storm is painting the skyline black,

Wrapping me in trust I cannot get back.

The ceiling is dripping some yellow paint,

Telling me I will die in vain.

I was a pawn, I was just your mistake

In this tale where you just take, take, take.

People shouted as they shrunk me to zero

And painted you as the golden hero.

-Jackie

Angel

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Your wings smother me in my sleep,

And I am frightened,

A little too scared to scream.

My head is under the shiny surface,

And the water erases me,

Leaving me clueless.

The dark forest leans over my head,

Reminding me of the sun

And its million threads.

You steal the cold air from my lungs,

But I am just furious,

I cannot bite my tongue.

My knife pierces your vicious wings,

And you are taken by surprise,

So, you let me steal the rings.

As soon as you have finally bled out,

I let myself breathe in

And lose the lingering doubt.

I cut off your nimbus, break it in half,

Melt it in my hot palms,

Then patch up my scars.

You were an angel, you were a curse.

Despite all your powers,

I killed you first.

-Jackie

Plastic

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Good morning, my love, I truly hope you slept well,

I hope I didn’t wake you by picking up the parts that fell.

Please take a seat and taste the sweet, black coffee.

It’s only going to burn if you say that you love me.

Good morning, my dearest, I hope you’re well rested.

It must’ve taken a toll, to be beaten and bested.

Please take a moment to kneel before my bare feet,

Take in the burning cheeks and your shameful defeat.

Good morning, honey, I hope your world is collapsing,

I hope I’ve melted every part that is made of plastic.

Please swallow your hoaxes, keep them to yourself.

They’re only going to choke you if you ask for help.

-Jackie

Poor Baby

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Your house is crawling with bugs,

And they are singing my name.

They put holes in your rugs,

Trying to bruise you with shame.

Your windows were bulletproof,

Now the cracks are showing.

Back when you called me a fool,

You swore the glass was solid.

Your clothes are hanging from you,

There is dust in your eyes.

You called my memories untrue,

Now they are burning all your lies.

Your house is crawling with snakes,

And they are shedding their skins.

Think fast, baby, hit the brakes,

Let the whiplash erase your sins.

-Jackie