Destructive

Photo by T

How did we burst into flames before you got to hold me?

I shouldn’t have reached for the light switch that night.

The green lies in your vessels gripped my skull like a trophy,

And the passersby told me it was a fearsome sight.

I thought we both mattered, but I think that you misspoke.

There is only you in the grand reflections and frames.

It has been a while since someone took me for a joke,

And I did not expect for you to dig me three graves.

Love, why did I combust into fractions for your pleasure?

You can deny it, but I still think you burned me first.

My rage knows no bounds, your spite knows no measure.

The warm fire we once lit is now battered and cursed.

-Jackie

Nothing Good Can Come Out Of This

Photo by Maria Eduarda Loura Magalhães

All signs point to the edge of this cliff,

And we are destined to be fate’s latest victims.

I remember you saying nothing good will come out of this,

But I was not convinced,

Hoping we’d split the difference.

I claimed distant corners of your mind.

My barriers melted under your mellow breath.

You showed me parts of my being that I could never find,

And I knew if I stopped,

Nights would taste like red regret.

We took off flying without looking back.

The pastel sky fed us translucent fantasies.

It took just one drop of rain to make the sugar crack,

And I saw you for who you are –

My last unfulfilled prophecy.

All signs point to the end of this dusk.

We are destined to be tonight’s latest casualties.

I remember you saying nothing good will come out of us,

But I leaned in,

And now we’ll never know peace.

-Jackie

Your Terms

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I wish I didn’t have to say my goodbyes

Every time you need someone to agonize.

You hide in your shell, and I can only guess

If you are going to love me or pull out a test.

Yes, I was once angry and contradictory.

I burned down my city and called it a victory.

You kept showing up whenever you pleased,

And I mistook a trench for a tiny crease.

God, I tried, I gave up my polished fences.

While I looked away, you broke all the lenses.

Now my image lives in your dull eyes,

And it’s looking a lot like a sweet demise.

I wish I could take back my forgiveness,

Sell it to people who only mean business.

Your love feels like a needle in my chest,

But I know you would leave if I tried to confess.

I didn’t understand then, but I get it now –

If I step on your terms, I lose the crown.

(You should have been more careful when killing my mind.

Even gentle people attack from behind.)

-Jackie

Churches And Other Saintly Things

Photo by Christian Muñoz

The door of the old church was heavy,

But you made sure I got in right after you.

Why do all of our stories sound saintly?

I bet nobody really believes they are true.

You might even remember your words

Or how you made them sound like an oath.

Love was not something we could afford.

We knew one day it could drown us both.

Still, we swam in these deep waters,

And each time you vanished, I followed.

I told you about the curse of my father

While your sentences stayed hollow.

I would have chased you as the end was nearing,

I would have made you a part of me.

People showed up as you kept disappearing,

But I did not care about their empathy.

Whenever you returned, the scars closed,

And my pain got brushed under the skin.

I knew that one day I would get disposed.

Still, I craved your love like it was a sin.

-Jackie

Borders

Photo by Anfisa Eremina

I still remember the beginning of us.

It has echoed through me like some old tale.

I know you and I know us like I know my own shadow,

And I know that your coffin is missing one nail.

Maybe it was our little dance that got me,

Maybe the peace you brought swept me away.

I have showed you every angle I have,

And I feel scared every time you choose to stay.

Three borders keep us in different time zones,

But I hope that one day I will tear them down.

My shattered pride tells me that I am failing.

I do not know what to say when you drown.

Still, I remember the beginning of us,

And it replays in my head until I feel nauseous.

I know you, but maybe I just know myself.

These walls I build tell me I should be cautious.

-Jackie

I Have Been The Hunter

Photo by Xi Xi

I am watching from the other side,

Observing my every move through a lens.

Not sure if I can still defend these choices,

Not sure if I still have any friends.

It is easy to leave in the middle of a storm –

Just pack your bags and sneak out.

Each time I calm the violent winds,

My fate puts me back on the killing route.

I have been the hunter for too long.

If souls exist, mine has long been buried.

My sins fall like snowflakes in front of me.

Suffering and I have always been married.

And I do not know where I am going,

But I am well aware of the damage I cause.

Loneliness never truly bothered me

Until I saw it wrapped in gauze.

-Jackie

Burn The Page

Photo by Jermaine Ulinwa

I’m ripping apart every single page I wrote about you,

But it’s not like they show in the movies and that scares me.

My screams stay silent, suffocating everything that’s true.

I’m questioning my own morality while you stay carefree.

You weren’t the burden I expected to carry to my grave.

Now you’re cleaning your shovel, waiting for me to cool.

I wonder if you know that your heart is a freezing cave,

And that each soul tires of being used as a cold metal tool.

I’m burning every single paragraph that showed you I care,

But it’s not like in all of those songs, there’s no gasoline.

My red scalp is an open flame, yet I barely feel scared.

I would rather collapse than keep you as a part of me.

-Jackie

Late Night Frights

Photo by RON JACOB LEONADOR

I might feel frightened to fade away before you even notice,

But my bones are too heavy to try and seek out solace.

This bridge that I haunt has seen my sour tears many times.

A decade wasted on trying to outrun sharpened knives.

My chest burns for a fantasy that is just out of my reach.

The crowds have gathered, they are glued to the velvet seats.

Will I really fall this time, or will I have my last hurrah?

The destiny holds heavy axes, ready for me to call a draw.

They say that time heals all, but my clocks have been frozen.

Why do I have to pay the price for scars I have not chosen?

The tomorrow stares at me blankly, like an impartial judge,

And I am frightened to burn out feeling like a drudge.

-Jackie

Hornets’ Nest

Photo by roberto carrafa

Before you turn me into your final fantasy,

Blink twice and read the pulsating warnings.

Before you say you’ve seen the last of me,

Kneel and swear you will kill all your darlings.

I do not twist rumors around my teeth.

Crude people do not need my help with lying.

Say my name three times as you struggle to breathe,

Say my name until you cannot deny it.

No one tricked you into assigning me sainthood.

Your cries are as empty as my silent chest.

Before you beg your sins off like a traitor would,

Lay down your crown on my hornets’ nest.

-Jackie

Misfortune Teller

Photo by Bia Sousa

Admit that you’re frightened, and I’ll spill your cruel fate.

The rules are simple – I’m the sage and you’re the bate.

The sinking feeling in your belly is the lack of dopamine,

And nobody you’ve loved has ever made you feel seen.

You’ve been yourself for ages, why don’t you change it up?

Clear intentions alone will never fill your leaking cup.

I know about the cards that you were given at the start.

If you hide your pain well, they’ll call your play smart.

But don’t you even bother to pinpoint my sources.

You think that the devil is the worst of all forces,

And I can tell you that you’re right or I can ruin beliefs.

I’m here for your misfortunes,

I’m here for your misdeeds.

-Jackie