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I Swear I Tried

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I heard you telling them I live in fantasies.

I was a shoe you found on a street,

Then threw it carelessly,

Hurting innocent civilians,

Laughing as you made them bleed.

And it was all my fault, wasn’t it, love?

My guts escaped my stomach like a wave,

And I knew you were watching from the front row,

No regrets, no,

No point to rescue, no point to save.

But I swear I tried to tell you I was hurting,

My eyes were painting the darkest pictures.

All you knew was that I was deserving –

Of your violent delights,

Of mockery and caricatures.

Yet, the balance shifted one word at a time.

Your olden ways got way too rusty,

My bruises healed, erasing your crimes,

But also giving you an illusion,

A feeling that you can trust me.

I heard you telling them you never touched me

As they took your shaking body away.

This feeling of golden joy, it just rushed me.

Don’t ever again underestimate

People standing up in your way.

-Jackie

Not A Two-Faced Liar

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Some of the weight might just slide off my shoulders

At the mere mention of you losing sleep.

Some of my fears might come out in the open

If I see you weeping while counting sheep.

This is not about revenge or grand power imbalance,

And I am not a two-faced liar at all.

You did not touch me, did not mock my talents.

This is not an irony, so do not bawl.

I told you once and I told you all evening,

But you did not listen, did not care.

When my skin was bruised and my ego was bleeding,

You cemented my silence with some fear.

This is not about revenge or grand power imbalance,

And I am not a two-faced liar at all.

You did not touch me, did not mock my talents.

This is not an irony, so do not bawl.

Some of the pain I have been carrying with me

Might dry out if I hear your begging.

So, maybe I will reach the final epiphany

If I see you cancel you own faux wedding.

This is not about revenge or grand power imbalance,

And I am not a two-faced liar at all.

You did not touch me, did not mock my talents.

This is not an irony, so do not bawl.

-Jackie

The Creature

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The creature hiding behind my abdomen hates you tonight.

It growls and it bites, it rips open my stomach,

It chooses to ignore the light.

But I cannot blame it, I am just as miserable standing right here.

Every pore in my skin is bleeding out,

But you say that it is I who should be feared.

Maybe that is the truth, and maybe we should leave it that way.

Afterall, I was never truly a victim.

Afterall, “the prey chooses to become prey”.

So, pardon me as the creature from my abdomen haunts you down.

Do not beg for mercy, no,

A clown chooses to become a clown.

The creature hiding under my skin consumes you tonight.

It growls and it bites, it feasts on your bones,

And that sound is my lullaby.

-Jackie

Remember

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Remember when I told you about my new apartment, I told you first,

And you seemed so proud it almost felt like a curse.

It was in the cheapest part of the city, but you said it was cozy,

And the world was collapsing around us, but our glasses stayed rosy.

Remember that I always called you stunning on your bad hair days.

You made fun of my clothes, told me that fake beauty fades.

We tried to find out which one of us could drink more coffee.

When I let you win, you held up my frown like a damn trophy.

Remember how we used to fight like the outcome truly mattered.

You called me the naïve Alice, I told everyone you are the Hatter.

And you never tried to clean the blood from the kitchen floor,

It was always more important to keep a track of the score.

Remember that we never held onto the grudges or the purple scars,

We hid the scabs and broken egos under layers of tarp.

We knew that one day we would show each other all of the knives.

Do you remember?

We skipped town before the heartbreak took away our lives.

-Jackie

I Fear The Third

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Two days along the line, just two,

And I am already done with hoping that I can make it out alive.

They tell me to enjoy the quick climb,

Tell me to keep my mouth shut and keep my demeanor benign,

But it has been two days, just two,

And I cannot count how many pieces my heart has shattered into.

They applaud my bravery and guts,

Then name call me behind my back, listing all the lows I have been to.

It has been two days, I fear the third.

My ears are ringing, blood cells are having a sprint in my hot veins.

They push their heels into my neck,

Making me beg them to let me survive, making me cry in pain.

Two days along the line, no more.

I am lying on my back, praying that I have the strength to leave.

They tell me it is never getting better.

I scream back and they stare in disbelief as I finally learn to breathe.

-Jackie

Fresh Daffodils

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What did I do to deserve this?

The spinning elephants, the roaring circus,

The lights wrapping the octagon,

Announcing a battle I have already won…

Why did my house of cards fell?

Joy has one rule – never oversell.

So, I wonder how I got it all wrong

Before the fate finished its favorite song.

Not that I skipped any lessons, no,

I always had some shoes to throw.

I was the kid sitting in the front row,

Re-writing scripts for Broadway shows.

So, what did I do to deserve this?

The fire turning my insides into hubris,

The hot coal beneath my aching feet

And your voice announcing my defeat.

Why did you take the castle down with you?

You promised to never paint it blue.

Now my mind is freezing itself alive,

And no one dares to give you an alibi.

It is you against everyone else again,

You against those you once called friends.

And you watch as the pressure builds

Until we die on your damn hills,

Then you go back to the city,

Looking for fresh daffodils.

-Jackie

Apathy

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I hear they celebrate stories like mine on silver screens.

They grin as they dress up in expensive dresses,

Showing off wealth and sheen.

But I, I am just left here, remembering every scene,

Counting down numbers and addresses,

Hoping I do not sound mean.

The bitterness has a way of seeping through the skin though,

Almost like filtered poison or toxic waste,

A radioactive afterglow.

So, I know they notice, I know they hear my nos

As I fade, losing my vision and taste,

Leaping towards yet another low.

They pop open bottles of champagne as I cry myself to sleep,

Ending the day as a winner in their story,

Dangling my feet over the deep.

I swear I can hear the dimes and coins whisper, but talk is cheap,

And I am not the one who should be sorry

With my body in roaring waters, head pushed underneath.

Still, I hear they celebrate stories like mine in balls,

One afterparty after another…

Their world must feel suffocating and small.

Meanwhile, all I see is cages, there are no windows or walls,

No bonds of the blood, no brothers,

Just apathetic eyes and missed calls.

-Jackie

Leave The Sharp Pieces On The Floor

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We stared into each other’s eyes, knowing it would be the very last time.

All I could think about was the day you let me win in charades,

And how you stole all my patience and dimes.

We looked at each other, but the world around us kept spinning.

Perhaps it was for the best, we were mere moments away from falling apart –

Or falling in love, whatever it takes to keep winning.

We lived in each other’s minds, now we only live in those memories.

I lean on you whenever my stamina wants to break in half

Because you taught me to never panic and never please.

But that day we learned how it feels to break into the sharpest of pieces,

How it feels to become just a picture on the wall,

A story someone drunkenly tells your nieces.

I remember, I remember it vividly – how we never looked away.

Everyone talked, but we watched their judgement fall,

Hoping that the endless storm was just a rainy day.

Now I pass by your house and the shadows melt into my blueish skin.

All I can think about is the day I beat you in chess,

And how I robbed you of arguments and of battles you could win.

What a time, what a blasphemy to all the loves that we hold holy.

I stare at the horizon from my window, knowing you feel it,

Knowing you think that you really owned me.

But I was a child back then and you were already made of steel.

Leave the sharp pieces on the floor, just leave it.

I have matured way past the need to make frozen hearts feel.

-JW

Only The Living, Only The Brave

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Cemeteries only haunt the living,

They gnaw at us like vultures,

Reminding that the time is ticking,

Pitting nature against nurture.

I am trapped in the nets of time,

And every day they cut me open.

If I trip and fall off this line,

My soul will be done with hoping.

But cemeteries only haunt the brave,

They look at us with slight smiles.

One foot deep in an early grave,

The other chasing long-gone miles.

I am tortured by my own demise,

And every second it kills me anew.

If I lose this one last disguise,

My heart will have to walk in your shoes.

-JW

Devotion

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Watch as I drink myself holy with this sacred wine,

Watch as the sacrament melts on this tongue of mine.

The crosses will cross themselves off, just you wait.

I have this fiendish feeling haunting me as of late.

The glowing cloud always follows me to the red altar.

My faith is still strong but my will, it falters.

I kneel before dinner and pray right after the mass.

They praise my devotion, but they know it will pass.

Watch as they find out where all my bodies are buried,

Gasp when they realize my name was never Mary.

The flies will drink my vinegar, thinking it was honey.

I have this fiendish feeling, it tastes just like money.

-JW