Twisted Games

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Was I just a bump in the road?

Was I just collateral damage?

Men like you think they deserve power,

They slay, then offer a bandage.

It is me who is going to ruin you,

Take it in, let it hurt.

Your regal blood is worthless,

And I don’t want to say a word.

You spat me out like a fly,

Tried to rip my will to pieces,

But no one spins a story like me,

Twists truth until it ceases.

So, was I just a fleeting feeling?

Was I just an undone memory?

Men like you don’t have any power,

They lose it all to me.

-Jackie

Storyteller

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Your stories haunt my daydreams to this very day.

They dance on my walls like a shadow play.

I close the black curtains and sit alone in the dark.

I dream of a land that is, oh, so far.

But your stories puncture my ears like a drill,

And all I can really do is let them kill.

They flash before my eyes in violent crashes.

Your stories never appealed to the masses.

So, they haunt my days and torture my nights,

Strap me of sanity and deplete me of life.

I close me eyes, hoping you will not get in,

But I am yet to see an ending in which I win.

-Jackie

Green

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How can I haunt you if you never wronged me?

So, tell me, love, where did you bury my “sorry”?

How can I linger like a curse if I’m already gone?

Did you want to make me yours by the dawn?

And why do you say that I did it if I’m useless?

Scream it from the rooftops: are you clueless?

Now it’s you they don’t believe.

How does it feel?

Tell it to the rain,

Tell me, how does it feel?

You slipped on your anger like a banana peel,

Now you blame me for the bruises on your knees.

But how can I haunt you if you never touched me?

How can I linger or shriek like cursed a banshee?

It’s all about perspective, love, didn’t you hear?

They’re burning all the green that you hold so dear.

-Jackie

Tonight, Tonight

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Tonight the sky chooses my fate for me,

And I am just a throwaway memory,

A broken line connecting two sides,

Always twisting and screaming in my sleep.

But do not worry, love, there is still time to hide.

As the sky chooses for me,

Count to ten and run for the moon.

It is too late to say you are sorry,

Too late to save me from the gloom.

So, keep yourself safe like you always do.

If you dare to take a look back at me,

Keep your lying palms on your eyes.

You were pretending to be happy,

Now go and pretend to enjoy my demise.

-Jackie

Take Me

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But take me as I am,

Not what I am yet to become.

Once I get to your arms,

I will re-learn to run.

Take me for what I am worth,

Not what I have lost.

Once I see your eyes,

I will kill my past.

But take me as I am,

Not what I am still chasing.

Once I finish this race,

I will be done with pacing.

And take me in like a poison,

Not like clear water.

Once I cleanse my sins,

You will thank the fathers.

-Jackie

Bitter, Not Sweet

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Please stand by as I lock you out of my loop,

I’ll swallow the keys and I’ll erase the proof.

You won’t get to watch me breaking down.

I’m not the biggest show in your empty town.

Don’t try to make your apologies believable.

It was me trying and it was me always bleeding.

Yet, you found a way to make me your clown,

You’re truly an anchor, always brining me down.

But you never stayed in one place for long,

Travelled all the lands to write a country song.

I swear I don’t remember your honest face.

I’m surprised about how much greed can erase.

Go ahead and call my bitterness an illness.

Do you realize it was you who killed this?

Please stand by as I lock you out of my loop.

Don’t ask for the keys, I have nothing to prove.

-Jackie

Those Who Let You Drown

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There is something very alluring about those who let you drown,

Then pull your corpse out of the water whenever they’re in town.

They will unleash their maggots and let them consume your brain,

But as soon as you speak up, they will just shiver in faux pain.

There is something pleasing about those who forget your name

Just to call you at 1 AM and complain without any shame.

They will cut lives and throats because greed is their virtue.

If you call them out, they will blame you for their torture.

Still, the rest will watch this unravel like it isn’t a real issue.

The best they can do is give you a Band-Aid or hand you a used tissue.

If it bleeds, it leads, and they don’t care about what caused it.

As long as someone screams, they won’t dare to pause it.

-Jackie

Brand-New Stage

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No, I do not wish you could see my brand-new stage,

I do not owe you my success, do not owe you the last page.

You birthed my rage, then took a match to my story.

You turned me into a liar as my loved ones worried.

You still scribble nonsense for everyone who listens

As the windows of my palaces, they gleam and glisten.

My new stage is not for you to keep playing the part,

Leave this show ashamed, leave this show unharmed.

I do not wish to repeat the things you have done to me,

Let our actions and inactions grow into two legacies –

One that burns paper bridges and drinks too much wine,

One that shows his own daughter how to act like a swine.

But the history will hold its secrets like it always does

And turn your fuming threats into white turtledoves.

-Jackie

Empty Love Songs

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Oh, baby, how are we going to fix this mess that we’ve made?

Oh, baby, just tell me that you’re ungrateful and stained.

And our mistakes, they are grave,

But we’re going to erase them from our fate.

Our roads are long, can’t fight them alone,

So, I’m dragging you on like an empty love song.

Oh, baby, how are we going to climb this hill right ahead?

Oh, tell me, did you mean what you told me when I bled?

All our sins, they’ve made our beds,

Slit too many throats, smashed too many heads.

Our path has an end, can’t beat a grand finale.

You know it, dolly, we’ve got nothing to defend.

-Jackie

Watch It Shatter

It will be your friends and not your enemies who will feed you to the sharks,

And your friends will leave you in the dark with the deepest marks.

I know I pushed you in the black water, now I am just a fleeting memory.

As their teeth sink into your flesh, please swear you do not remember me.

Yes, it will be your lovers and not your nemeses who will finally let you down.

And they will fool you, use you like a damn tool as you quietly drown.

I know I shoved all your forgiveness off the table just to watch it shatter.

As the pieces bite into your veins, tell me once more how I do not matter.

-Jackie