Leftover Love By Jean Roy You wrap your painful words around my heart, choking whatever sustenance of love that I had left. It’s like you enjoy seeing me hurt. Copyright 2012 All Rights Reserved
The Days That I Am Able To Stay Awake With You Are...
I can never win with you.
I Chose To Run Away...
… In a state of paralyzing fear of what I know tomorrow won’t bring me. I lay here cold as if death had stolen the blood that had once coursed through my veins and replaced it with frozen remembrances of a time where you and I were at our happiest. I try to deafen the obtrusive sound that is my heart beat but such ruckus cannot be silenced no matter how loud I turn up my iPod. Your...
Farewell Forever By Jean Roy Sometimes I day dream of taking a plane, knowing I’ll never return. The temptation to escape is far to great, than my desire to ever return to this place. Copyright 2012 All Rights Reserved
Almost Every Wish I've Made Since Last Year Has...
One Word Text Messages
One Word Text Messages By Jean Roy I’m reminded with one word texts that he doesn’t want to talk to me. His ‘K’s’ don’t stand for all the Kisses he wishes to give me, and his ‘lol’s’ are not place holders for the lots of love he pretends to have for me. Copyright 2012 All Rights Reserved
God By Jean Roy The longer my mom refuses medication, while talking to the voices she claims are God, the less I believe God exists. Copyright 2012 All Rights Reserved
Daily Confession: April 29th 2012
Today you told me we couldn’t be friends because I have issues, but when you called me five hours later crying about how much you need me in your life, I realized you were the one with the problem all along.
Millions of stars tonight
…But my one wish remains the same since I can remember. Is repeating the same wish on a different star against the rules?
Deceit By Jean Roy I used to be naïve and think That I would be happier the day that you would choose me and finally leave her I hung onto every word you said, each strategically planted lie that kept my hope alive, and me believing that one day soon, you’d be all mine. I waited around for you, with your promises made in the dark, robbing me of the love that I had saved for you in my heart. I used...
Waking Up From A Nap...
With warm kisses on my cheek and lightly fingered caresses down my neck is my favorite way to spend a Sunday afternoon with him.
I Was Better Off Pretending That You Loved Me...
Daily Confession: April 28th 2012
I’ve gotten tired of holding on to your fifty shades of grey and am allowing myself to be loved by the vibrant spectrum that is his love.
Trust By Jean Roy …He had a hard time realizing that you can’t glue trust back together. Copyright 2012 All Rights Reserved
Infidelity By Jean Roy He had always feared being caught. Though his cock was mine every Sunday, his balls belonged to his wife. Copyright 2012 All Rights Reserved
Love At First Sight...
…nothing more than an optical illusion.
Empty By Jean Roy I was far too empty to be running on anything more than coffee stained teeth and sporadic ink splattered hands from my middle of the night creative writing. My clearly visible under eye circles gave evidence to my lack of sleep from my star shined tears of the night before. I miss you so fucking much. Copyright 2012 All Rights Reserved
Undone By Jean Roy I had committed the senseless error of coming undone, by your drunken idyllic words as we gazed upon the setting of the sun. Copyright 2012 All Rights Reserved
Such Beautiful Bait
Such Beautiful Bait By Jean Roy Heartbreak is so strong that it feels like it is an indefinite and incurable disease that takes host to those who fall for the beautiful bait that is love. Copyright 2012 All Rights Reserved
Throat Burning Goodbye
Throat Burning Goodbye By Jean Roy We held hands together as we gazed at the sunset which had been signaled by the moon that the day light was not needed at this time. We embraced in promises of sugar coated forever’s but as the stars were soon replacing the visible clouds in the sky, we both knew how much it would burn our throats to speak of a goodbye neither one of us wanted to utter from our...
Poetry and prose can be copied and pasted an infinite amount of times over, but the creativity and passion of a writer can never be stolen or imitated by simply being a thief of someone else’s words. -ThinkMeStrange
I Just Ate A Big Bowl Of Ice Cream To Stop Me From...
Now I feel fat, cheated and disgusting emotionally and physically.
Getting Ready For Work And Listening To Music
Today will be a good day. I can feel it. :) I hope everyone has a beautiful day filled with lots of unconditional love, an unlimited supply of happiness and smiles and unexpected lucky situations. - Jean (ThinkMeStrange)
This is around the time...
…where I am supposed to wake up in your arms, engulfed in your breath as our legs and arms form a shape far more infinite than the love we have for one another. This is around the time when your whispers would engrave themselves in my shoulder blades and your hello beautiful’s would soothe my fast beating heart. This is around the time when your thumb would rub circles on the inside...
And While He Sleeps...
I lay on the floor trying to pass the time. I should be sleeping but my mind yearns for his warmth. I have to get ready for work in only a few hours, this mid point between night and morning is where I miss his finger tips joined with mine and warm embraces that would suit the crisp mornings that the end of April provides us with.
This Heart Breaks A Little More Now That It's
Neither One Of Us Wanted To Give In...
So we gave up on what was supposed to be love.
I Don't Know What Hurts Worst...
Knowing that I fall for her lies every time or the fact that she’s my mother and all her “I love you’s” are just for show, whenever her friends are around.
Father's Good Stuff
Father’s Good Stuff By Jean Roy I drowned my heart with the forty year old scotch my father kept hidden. Broken hearts are better drunk than they are suffering sober. Copyright 2012 All Rights Reserved
Whenever You Were With Me...
You would tell me lies just to prevent yourself from ever seeing me cry. You just wanted to have your cake and eat it too, just like every typical guy.
Doubt is a disease. It infects the mind.
Abuse Behind Closed Doors
Abuse Behind Closed Doors By Jean Roy He had abused me without leaving evidence of a mark or bruise. Copyright 2012 All Rights Reserved
When the system fails us, we must go out and seek...
Daily Confession: April 26th 2012
Even at night, I still wait up, hoping I’d get a text that says “Hello.”
Swan Lake By Jean Roy I was like the swan; my beauty was expressed in outward appearances and tender water ripples that freely glided under me. My romanticism was tainted by the unfortunate struggle of self hate and loathing. Crystalline lakes had lost their softness and flooded emotions poisoned my once heavenly waters with uncertainty. Feathers of white had been immersed in crimson because the...
After Work Conversation
Me: My pussy hurts!
The Babe: Why??????
Me: I keep fingering myself too hard.
The Babe: Let me come kiss it and make it better.
Tears will always be the purest makeup remover.
Daily Confession: April 25th 2012
You are too stubborn to see that I’d give anything to take away your pain, and that is what hurts me the most.
Everyone Has A Story...
…and everyone thinks theirs is the most important.
Still In Love With A Bastard
Still In Love With A Bastard By Jean Roy I had taken for granted, a heart of gradiented hues. Still in love with a bastard, who my heart he’d only abuse. (That person being you.) I had crumpled the same very heart, that gave me everything But with you came broken promises, lies and nights waiting for the phone to ring. Now alone, I had paid the price, for letting go, of such a wonderful guy. I had...
Daily Confession: April 24th 2012
I wish I would make him as happy as he makes me.
Maybe If You Opened Your Eyes...
…You’d see that I love you.
I'm Just Another Nothing In Your Everything
I’m Just Another Nothing In Your Everything By Jean Roy It burns like a fire inside my soul Three years of this, why aren’t I tired of playing the same role? I tell myself this is it, I’m through knowing that my heart doesn’t want to. I believe another one of your many lies and allow you back into my life. I wonder if I’ll ever get tired of playing these games or will the play time be...
Daily Confession: April 22nd 2012
I let people walk all over me because at the end of the day my mind believes that having fake friends is better than having none at all.
Vengeance Is Not For The Impulsive...
because anger must be tempered with skill.
Alcohol To Make Me Feel
Alcohol To Make Me Feel By Jean Roy I was only drunk to get a rush, a sense of belonging… but with blurred vision and inhibitions gone askew I felt empty like the bottle of vodka I chugged down that night. Though the alcohol had burned whatever butterflies were left in my stomach, my heart was still numb to the fact that I was in my apartment alone, hoping that you’d finally call me. I had...
Body Envy By Jean Roy I had succumbed to the restriction of food and the tedious agenda of counting calories because unlike the women I work with, my hips remain wide and my thighs touch together. My bust is bigger than their slender barely there B’s and my waist does not fit into a perfect size 2. Despite the dizziness and the excessive intake of water, hunger pangs and cravings I envy their...
Dear (Insert Name Here),
Dear (Insert Name Here), Did it make you feel so powerful to bring me down on a daily basis? Was it fun for you, to constantly keep me under you for laughs? Did you enjoy my face, as the tears rolled down my cheeks, and how my screams got weaker when you would punch me in the stomach so that I could barely breathe? I’m sorry I wasn’t strong enough at that point in time to defend myself from you....
Spending Earth Day With My Bf
We are harvesting our seeds in each other. xD …No but really, its all rainy and ugly here in new jersey. Cuddle time and netflix for the remainder of the day. ♥
That Special Gay Boy Feeling...
After you shave your butt and balls.