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Please forgive me if I am too forgiving,

Please forget the times I was too giving.

There is a beast on my back tonight,

And it is feeding on my fuming spite.

Please let my inconsistencies slide

And bury my faults with my dying pride.

There is a creature in my pale chest,

And it is putting my life up for a test.

-Jackie

My love, you already know the end.

I shush whoever calls us friends.

Teardrops dry on my green dress

As you walk the halls like a lioness.

That is fine, I know what comes next –

Fights over misunderstood texts,

Blame game based on trivial proof,

Two camps under only one roof.

Honey, we both know what to do,

We chose to paint this spring blue.

The ending will play out as scheduled,

And we will both get our medals.

-Jackie

I’m taking the road that always leads me too far.

I would’ve walked but I just stole your new car.

Some grifters smile as I pass them on the fast lane,

And my eyes hurt from all this masked pain.

One word too many and we’re off to the races,

Figuring out which one of us is more graceless.

We’ve had this talk in churches and packed malls,

But stone-cold logic never really got us far.

So, I rush towards a future you once promised.

I must take the prize alone, I must stay honest.

As I cross the finish line and kill my dull yearning,

Your tires roar in the distance like a warning.

-Jackie

The velvet blue sky morphs into ink,

And I watch as the moon turns paper thin.

Tree branches sway into my empty room.

You are my beginning, you are my doom.

The dawn spills on the horizon like milk,

The arms of the spring wrap me in silk.

It feels like life itself is about to confess,

And you are in the middle of this mess.

-Jackie

I ran out of pleasantries to exchange for a peaceful existence,

And I have not known peace since I chose to wake my sixth sense.

People stare at me fearfully as I pass them with my daring frown.

I know they despise me for acting like I run this damned town.

Yet, their words do not matter and neither does my shaky breath.

My mind is looking for some exits, but all it finds is deep regret.

The dusty road leading back to comfort looks ever so tempting,

And I know if I give up now, the road will not have an ending.

So, I swallow the cheap niceties climbing up my sore throat.

Come hell or high water, I will persist and find a spare lifeboat.

-Jackie

What does it feel like to lose control?

Are your claws cramping under my pressure?

You once swore you could swallow me whole,

You used to call me your last treasure.

Oh, but those days are gone and so am I.

All you have left is the greyest ashes.

Go ahead and put on your suit and tie,

Close your eyes, watch the time as it passes.

And what did it take to poison this well?

I truly hope you got what you wanted.

You run around trying to break my spell,

Yet every corner of this city remains haunted.

-Jackie

The sunrays pour over your shoulders,

They cover you like a golden cloak,

And I cannot wait any longer,

Cannot wait until I make my last oath.

I have followed your path during storms,

And they could not keep me away.

People say that you are long gone,

Yet I see you as clear as day.

If the spell is truly dead and broken,

Why do I see you still holding the sky?

Wicked tongues can drip their ink,

In my memories you are still mine.

The sun has never glistened brighter,

It is almost burning my eyes alive.

If I look away, I will kill this vision,

Send my one-trick heart into overdrive.

-Jackie