Bridges

Photo by Thủy Durio

One day I’ll wed the one that I love,

And they’ll rumor about our future children,

But we’ll both know much better than that.

We’ll burn the tower they’ve all been building.

One day I’ll trust someone other than me,

And perhaps I’ll even have it in me to stay.

They’ll write poems about my lost pride,

Leaving out the damages I’ll have to repay.

One day I’ll stain your rose-colored glasses,

And you’ll still come running back to me.

We’ll exchange glances as they slash my ego,

Assign me their heartbreaks and jealousy.

One day I’ll wed the one that I love,

And they’ll rumor about our future children,

But we’ll both know much better than that.

We’ll finish the bridge that we’ve been building.

-Jackie

Love, As Seen On A Silver Screen

Photo by mikoto.raw Photographer

The reviews are now in,

But we don’t rush to read them.

We don’t trust the news

Unless someone new is bleeding.

I see how you stare at me,

Your knuckles turn white.

An old lady wrote a prophecy:

“He will kill his wife.”

Yet, I don’t mind the tension

Or the static in my lungs.

Wise minds speak of prevention,

Then go and beat their sons.

We’re just playing love

As it’s shown on silver screens.

Put away your white gloves.

Lights, cameras, action and scene.

-Jackie