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Your Blurry Portrait

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There’s fright in my fingers when I set your ruins ablaze,

There’s tension in my neck as you go burning up in flames.

But what scares me the most is how much I enjoy it,

Seeing you mouthing overdue sorries for a brief moment.

And tomorrow I won’t have to pick up your broken frames,

Won’t have to chase these blended dreams just for the chase.

The moment undefiled mud got up to your high-held chin,

I knew you’d let everyone else’s high horse to win.

Now I’m riding in the saddle, calling mercy or shame,

Somehow the call comes easy when I get to your name.

One day I’ll pull the trigger, I’ll erase what started it all.

Your blurry portrait will swallow the fire

And finally make you small.

-JW

The Mirrors Might Lie

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The cold water hurt a little when I jumped off your dock,

Navigating the clashing waves and the plunging stocks.

My mind threw malisons your way, two cents a flock,

It drew an evil eye in your fields of bloody crops.

No, I’m not heedless of the times you’ve saved my life –

Just to dig a deeper grave and blithely call it mine.

Dark thoughts are like horseman, no need to come in fives.

They sting like bullets, they open flesh like knives.

And I swim through the breathlessness in burning lungs,

I wish for a calm coast under these thirteen suns.

The mirrors might lie for you in some ungodly tongues

But deep waters will hide me

Until you empty your plastic guns.

-JW

Diet Honey

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Your lips leak diet honey, the bees love it all the same.

They overwork their hours so you would know their name.

The stormy coasts don’t frighten when you drive a sugar rush,

And when the clouds tighten, their wills turn into mush.

Your severed limbs seem dancy while your two heads sing.

They bow to the bared bones and kiss the rusty rings.

But as I scream in terror, they laugh at me with pity.

The clothes they made me yesterday will no longer fit me.

So I get high on diet honey, I lose spite to fleeting words,

Stumbling through the hell you summoned here on all fours.

I wonder how to ease this noose you’ve now tied around me,

I wonder if I should because the others wear it proudly.

-JW

Seven Muted Tongues

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The pills melt into the ground where wild flowers once grew,

Violets mixing with tinctures and turning into glue.

I promised you last Sunday that I will take the path home

But now I am convinced – to each their own.

There are concrete blocks building in my cold, twisted veins

As I turn towards you and lift up my veil.

Seven muted tongues speak for me but they tell you lies.

I hope to god someone rips off this disguise.

When they put me on the stage, I swallow the rising fury

Along with the medicine that never cured me.

“It’s only dress rehearsal, protest all you want, honey.”

The lights turn my head a little blurry.

-JW

Mirror Wounds

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They say “beauty fades” but only when I’m fully disarmed.

The gnashing teeth near my cheek, meaning nothing but harm.

They make paper planes out of magazines, then fly them my way

Until I weep those bright ads with seamless smiles into my rosé.

Even in my dreams the harmful words chase down my pride,

Telling me I’m great as is and also – which parts of me to hide.

It’s never enough products unless it’s too much for their taste.

It’s the same standard for everyone, but you can’t simply copy/paste.

And I wonder whether this is the most isolating of feelings –

Slashing yourself in the mirror with words until you’re bleeding.

But they repeat “beauty fades” like it would make it less painful

When their teeth sink into my skin the next time

They call my mirror wounds distasteful.

-JW

Lips Of A Crowd

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I enjoyed our love much better when I saw it on TV,

With pre-written sentiments and romance

Measured in electric scenes.

I wish it was harder to move onto the next faked paradise.

But the promised lands keep rising

So I refuse to compromise.

I wish I was sorry, I wish you could hire all the best critics.

They would promise you that it’s fine

To never share the writing credits.

What you offered in shine, you held back in desired solace.

I bet nowadays you laugh at those who ask

What it means to be honest.

Maybe some great stories are not supposed be this loud,

And it’s better we ruptured quickly

Between the lips of a crowd.

-JW

Unwanted Appreciations

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Roaring applause is sweeping the halls, just roaring applause.

Where most saw a green light, I took a silent pause.

The lungs stopped expanding, they collapsed within me,

One final attempt by the sadness to gracefully kill me.

And some electric bolts shot out my holographic shoes.

You could easily find me if you followed the blues.

There’s a clock in my body right where most hearts lie.

It counts the times I’ve split my chin open and apologized.

The crowds get louder but my feet is fleeing the scene.

The rocks in my pockets dance like some cursed fiends.

But the sound of the claps still follows, even after dark.

Perhaps if I embrace their “thank yous”,

I won’t have to fight so hard.

-JW

History’s Greatest Heartbreaks

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Writing letters to the ghost of your face in my window never helped.

My pencil was sharp enough to kill a man

But I stabbed books on the shelves.

I carved harsh words into the rocks hiding at the deep end,

Wishing I could take a jab at you instead,

Just to let go of this empty feeling.

My starving mind exhumed the memories and made me look

As the skeletons of our love faded,

Turned into thieves and crooks.

But maybe evaporation’s more beautiful than combustion,

And not all the history’s greatest heartbreaks

End in a crime of passion.

-JW

The Things You Leave Behind

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Wish I could return your plain white T-shirts

To the hell loop where Satan caught three fevers.

The news call my exit a violent seizure

When you’ve barely loved me for two whole seasons.

Letters keep coming so I write off my pity,

Dry my hands in silk dresses from the long lost city.

Your bitter tears echo as my tongue grows slippy.

The diamonds you bought no longer fit me.

And I lock the gates, cover them in barbed wire –

In case I want to flee my soul and retire,

In case I seek out a gun for hire

To kill your belongings in a ceaseless fire.

Doesn’t mean I don’t have the means to do it,

To drown the reminders, all the nights in Munich.

But they won’t imbibe touline or lighter fluid

And I know one day I’ll profoundly rue it,

This abyss of my own wrong doing.

-JW

Humming

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I wish for a dreamless sleep,

I beg for a drugless lullaby.

Each time the covers bleed,

You don’t stay to apologize.

The window cries in chrome

And my pillows collect dust.

They say you can’t build a home

With pure anger and lust.

But I beg to differ, dear,

My heart sparks neon for you,

It trembles when you’re near,

When you make me into a fool.

So the sleep never comes,

The mind hums like a buzzed dame.

Still – out of all the loves,

I’d choose yours all the same.

-JW