All My Gay Boy Parts Are SHAVED.
I feel so exhilarated. Rubbing up against this pillow is extra pleasing.
Goodbye's are hard.
Daily Confession: June 29th 2012
I never want you to stop looking at me the way you do now.
I'll Spend All Of This Summer
I’ll Spend All Of This Summer By Jean Roy I’ll spend all of this summer wishing you were mine never being be able to share the sunset or see the love for me in your eyes. I’ll spend all of this summer with blinded hope holding on to a one sided love that I know I should let go. I’ll spend all of this summer wallowing in pain hoping that these twelve weeks will help these...
Father By Jean Roy I. I no longer found the need to disguise the disappointment that remained evident on my face. II. Window watching for a car that will never come burned my retina and extinguished any hope for court ordered bonding every other weekend. III. I had grown accustomed to repeated let downs from a man who was more of a stranger than the title of father that my mother gave him....
I Wrote By Jean Roy I wrote until night became day and the stars had been replaced by a glimmering sun and clouds that cover up the wishes that only the moon knows about. Copyright 2012 All Rights Reserved
Forget You By Jean Roy The only way to forget you is to drown the pain with vodka infused thought erasers that won’t let me stumble down memory lane. Copyright 2012 All Rights Reserved
Lost By Jean Roy I hope these words find their way back to you because I’m lost without you. Copyright 2012 All Rights Reserved
Liquid Courage By Jean Roy The fruit punch in my cup is becoming clearer by the ounce. I add strength resembling water though my inhibitions are still held captive hoping that freedom would arrive and reverse the great spell of depression that has been cast over me. Copyright 2012 All Rights Reserved
Daily Confession: June 25th 2012
I really hope my life gets better. With each bad circumstance occurring right after the other, I’m closer to killing myself.
The Pain Of Being Alive
The Pain Of Being Alive By Jean Roy She had drawn crescent moons with an Xacto knife across her wrist Sixteen and in pain A temptation hard to resist. Reflected tear droplets matched the crimson ones that stained her floor “I’m tired of being numb” she said under her breath “I’m going to be the only one whose allowed to hurt me anymore.” As the blood subsided and the salty river dried from her...
Do you ever think of me?
Abandoned Sheets And Pillows
Abandoned Sheets And Pillows By Jean Roy It seems like it has been my job to miss you, While you earn a living in misleading me and this heart of mine. I circle my finger tips on the empty side in my bed, Tears falling down my eyes from the abandoned space that you’ve left me with. Copyright 2012 All Rights Reserved
Love Sick Disease
Love Sick Disease By Jean Roy I begged on my knees but you have no mercy on this love sick disease. I put my heart on the line but a broken heart isn’t a punishable crime. Copyright 2012 All Rights Reserved
Time To Wake Up Again
Time To Wake Up Again By Jean Roy We could pretend that these tears are from a rain that has not yet fallen or we could both admit that our hearts were truly wrong when our fragile minds believed that we could be happy like a story of pretend but I guess it was all a long dream and it is time to wake up again. Copyright 2012 All Rights Reserved
These tears aren't strangers to my pillow case.
Reflected Enemy By Jean Roy The doctors try and convince me that I must love my enemy. But I will always hate the fat blob of a person I see reflecting back at me. Copyright 2012 All Rights Reserved
It's so easy to believe his lies by looking into...
I'd Like To Write Depressing Posts About My Absent...
but why should I be left verbalizing a pain that he instills in my heart from so far away?
I was going to post pictures of you naked on...
but I have something even better planned to embarrass you.
Letting Go Of Old Hurts
I can feel myself slipping away with each sip I...
Walks At Night
Walks At Night By Jean Roy I explore the world after dark, so with the moon and stars I walk. I talk to the sky at night about this broken heart of mine. …I put her first. She was my universe and so I am the one left hurt. Copyright 2012 All Rights Reserved
Down To The Last Ruby Red Drop
Down To The Last Ruby Red Drop By Jean Roy I’m forgetting what it’s like to feel. Razor bladed wrists to remind me that old wounds refuse to heal. I tip toe my finger tips on my criss-crossed veins as the blood floods my hands with the echo of your name. These red lined wrists, keep this love raw reminding myself that this hurt is real down to the very last ruby red drop. Copyright 2012 All...
In Another World
In Another World By Jean Roy In another world, you’d be laying beside me here. Instead I’m alone accompanied by my crystalline tears. Copyright 2012 All Rights Reserved
Long Distance Relationships
Long Distance Relationships By Jean Roy I was worth fifty five cents. The moment he decided to break up with me through a post card from his trip to Aruba, I decided that long distance relationships were for fools who believe that distance plays no part in the effects of waiting on a love that will just break your fucking heart. Copyright 2012 All Rights Reserved
Temptations By Jean Roy She left me with pain and memories that tempt me to kill myself the same way she did. Copyright 2012 All Rights Reserved
Daily Confession: June 11th 2012
You will always have a place in my heart even if I dont have one in yours.
It Must Feel Nice To Type Out One Sentence And Get...
Quality will always be a matter of opinion.
This Heart Of Mine
This Heart Of Mine By Jean Roy This heart of mine aches for the warmth of your arms and the remembrance of your face. Copyright 2012 All Rights Reserved
I'm a rock trying to float.
He had believed that the mockingjay was a real...
…just like I had believed his heart was mine and no longer did belong to her.
Starvation: My Drug Of Choice
Starvation: My Drug Of Choice By Jean Roy Starvation is my drug of choice. I never saw the irony of it helping me fill the void, of my once existing self love that high school had so effortlessly destroyed. Copyright 2012 All Rights Reserved
To Feel Anything
To Feel Anything By Jean Roy Sometimes it is far better to feel anything than to just be numb. …These cuts on my arms and wrists are all the places I wish would be kissed by your lips. Copyright 2012 All Rights Reserved
Pages Lacking Words
Pages Lacking Words By Jean Roy I will write you letters until night becomes morning. Maybe this heart of mine will get better because without you pages lacking words are torturing. Copyright 2012 All Rights Reserved
Trying Failures By Jean Roy This is another failed romance. We are two blinded lovers swimming towards a sinking sink that is our relationship. …No matter how hard we try swimming up to the surface wont keep this love alive. Copyright 2012 All Rights Reserved
He Moved Out But I Didn't Move On.
He still inhabited my heart, rent free.
Recurring Pain By Jean Roy I had thought this pain was gone for the better, But just like these drugs, the lie instilled high doesn’t last forever. Copyright 2012 All Rights Reserved
I'm Staring At A Blank Page...
…Hoping the words in my head could come to my aid and extinguish this rage of heartbreak and pain.
Blended Tears By Jean Roy Shower water blends seamlessly with these tears. It hides the soft crying. Copyright 2012 All Rights Reserved
Daily Confession: June 7th 2012
I’ll sleep hoping to see you in my dreams but my alarm clock will never end the nightmare that is living life without you.