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What if we get trapped in this amber

And the brightest lights become our death?

What if your fantasies outlive you?

What if they pierce my lungs and kill my breath?

You have locked me in this house,

You have called the chaos my own doing,

And I know you cannot set me free,

Therefore, I let you trap me and dream about moving.

-Jackie

If I could make a single wish,

I would erase this desire.

If I could get the final prize,

I would kill the roaring fire.

My thoughts roam through the streets,

Setting the houses ablaze.

There is no hope in this town,

There are no dreams in this maze.

-Jackie

Are these cages we built for each other truly meant for our closeness?

I ask the wind to deliver my message, but it says that I should hope less.

Are the chains we put on this house really keeping us entertained?

Are we burning our breaths to say evil words and hide our own shame?

-Jackie

Your apologies drip from the ceiling,

They coat the stairs with their foggy intentions.

Is there weight behind these words

Or are your tears just wasting my attention?

My thoughts spin around uncontrollably,

And I assign you phrases you never uttered.

It is easier to avoid you like a problem.

If love fizzles out, will it even matter?

-Jackie

What if I’m your final girl?

The last one to survive your messes.

The knife feels soft in my hands,

But what if the night confesses?

Imagine the secrets it keeps

And the monsters it has swallowed.

If I’m really your final girl,

Why do my bones feel hollow?

A new morning is coming soon.

This horror will fade like a spell.

What if I’m the real killer?

Will your curses drag me to hell?

-Jackie

If I had a dime for each time you almost said you loved me,

I would be swimming in your exaggareted tears and apologies.

My best was the default, but your effort was a diamond token.

You striked down my boundaries with your logical fallacies.

There might be regrets, there might be a few smooth words,

Yet I am sure they will mean as much as your faint guarantees.

Do not come knocking, do not lean against my scarlet doors.

There is no value in seeing your kind on your brittle knees.

-Jackie

Does your skin crawl because of these decisions I make behind your back?

Does your blood run cold, or do you feel like my twisted stories track?

I tolerate your love, but I hate it when you look at me like a sick puppy.

You do not deserve my worst, but you do not deserve any better, honey.

So, do you feel my body pulsating as I crave somebody else’s flesh?

You think that your words are sharp, but I can see through the tearing mesh.

One fine morning the bandage will rip itself off and I will infect the tissue.

You will cry wolf again, but I will not even remember to miss you.