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Paradox

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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

Monster

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I was never able to love the beast inside of me

So I fell for the monster in you.

Who knew – that the death of me

Will be as sweet as honey and stick like glue.

And it will suffocate me like the town I outgrew.

But the current carries my bones to the sea

While I’m clenching the shell you drew.

Pull the curtain back once you count to three.

Pretend you never knew.

-JW

The Circle Game

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Oh, be careful reflecting your self-worth on me.

One second you’re editing me, the next you’re neck-deep, drowning in hate for yourself,

You no longer have the sense or the means to not be self-destructive,

and visibly

There’s something that needs to be reattached to your ego, but you’re sitting on your ice shelf.

Cold. Eager to watch me cramping in frozen waters.

I won’t though. You’re riding the high horse,

Sipping on insecurities which only makes it sadder,

Pretending I had it bad, but you’ve got it worse.

Be careful reflecting your self-worth on me.

I don’t appear in mirrored reflections of superficial surfaces,

and visibly

You’re upset I didn’t wait for you while the selfishness passes.

But I don’t write my poems for you. I write them for the masses.

-JW

Lost and found

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Why don’t you want to sit with me?

These smog-covered streets are fading

And I need someone to take a sip with me.

The grey of the sky melts into the smoke filled ground.

There’s still no one on my side.

Should I hand over my heart to the lost and found?

Ash is strangling me as time drips into the hourglass.

Not a person in sight, nobody’s showing up…

Is this a benchmark I need to pass?

Do I have to?

***

I was falling apart for the longest time back then, completely alone in the crisp air.

People came around but no matter how hard I pushed, they sat next to me and brushed my hair.

They never stood up or even moved

Through my absurd jokes and frightening moods.

I never took it as a promise. Nothing is granted.

But for that moment in time I didn’t feel stranded.

***

Now it’s back to the start. How can I be so sure?

What if I see them again

And the memories are just a blur?

The grayest of trees cover my cheeks discreetly.

Why don’t you want to sit with me?

Did you ever really meet me?

-JW