I broke my backbone for you a thousand little times,
I romanticized the story in my lost little mind.
What if I am done with painting you as the protagonist?
Tell me, love, is there a single clue that I might have missed?
-Jackie
Backbone
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Shallow Breath
I can’t think of a worse destiny than dying in your arms.
Your stare and cold palms would freeze my soul to death.
Perhaps that is why doom runs from me like I bear arms.
It knows my sadness could take away its shallow breath.
-Jackie
Pearly Gate
The grave diggers are striking
And the priests are protesting in the streets.
This death I drag around like an anchor,
It only laughs when it bleeds.
I did not mean to start this sad cult
And I do not plan to watch it evaporate.
This chaos I hold like a dying wish,
It awaits my empty shell at the pearly gate.
-Jackie
High Demands
I bet you tell your old lovers why they should blame me.
I bet you forget to mention that we once existed.
But I was there, making a “yes” out of your “maybe”.
I was there because you chased, begged, and insisted.
And I wish your darlings could learn that I had no clue
When I promised to comply with your high demands.
I bet you call me the poison that turned you dark blue,
But it was you who let go off my trembling hand.
-Jackie
Even
The colors are never dark enough when you paint me
Or when you smear my character on the city streets.
Even jesters have to sit through the stillest of pain,
Even seasoned killers do not kill right where they eat.
-Jackie
Cheap, Cheap Man
You robbed me of my peace
Like grave robbers steal jewels,
Then sold them for cheap
Just to afford disgusting beer.
You took every penny
That you could ever carry
Like my name was worthless
And I couldn’t get it all back.
You abused my trust
Because you are a cage maker.
Preying on the victims,
Playing morals like cards.
I hope my silence blinds you,
I hope it stings your bones.
You are a cheap, cheap man
Sitting on a shit-stained throne.
-Jackie
Dancing On Your Grave
One day The Cure records won’t remind me of your bruises
Or the glaring violence you masked as some faultless flaws.
I get teary-eyed thinking about getting back my music
And cleaning out the infected thoughts and putrid scars.
-Jackie
Up My Sleeve
The cards I keep up my sleeve are the four aces,
But being a natural could not save my honest face.
Here I lay, here I lie, here I suffer from exhaustion.
Every fairytale warrants a sheer level of caution.
-Jackie
The Two Men
I wished on a dying star,
Hoped that I could go number.
I exchanged their loves
Liked fading telephone numbers.
The first one was a goner,
The second one was a farce.
They burned me like a witch,
They resurrected my scars.
It was the fairest of games,
And rules did not matter.
The rabbit jumped from a cliff
And so did the Mad Hatter.
I wished on a dying star,
Hoped that I could go number.
I exchanged their loves
Liked fading telephone numbers.
-Jackie
On The Ceiling
Carnivorous snakes feed on my red temptation,
And my neck breaks in places I cannot patch up.
The diamonds are fake, yet they cause suffocation.
Greed will seal my fate if I choose to look up.
-Jackie
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