July 2012
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Long Distance Love – Collaboration – Serenityroze...
Long Distance Love – Collaboration – Serenityroze And ThinkMeStrange I wish my mind could agree with this vessel in my chest, but matters of the heart and those of intellect, are far more complex than one might have guessed when the road to long distance relationship success is a heart’s game of Russian roulette. I wish my heart didn’t live on love or that I didn’t believe you were the one because...
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2:42 AM.
Are you wide awake laying in your bed, alone too, Missing me like I’m missing you?
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Sweet Smell Of Summer
The sweet smell of summer in the middle of July, an hour after the moon has replaced the sun, in the daily metamorphosis that is the sunset, is better than any smell I can recall.
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Addicted Dad
Addicted Dad By Jean Roy He just never quits his heroine habit and molesting his son. He enjoys the high. It blocks out the sounds of my cries. Copyright 2012 All Rights Reserved
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The Diary Of A Seventeen Year Old Me
The Diary Of A Seventeen Year Old Me By Jean Roy He tried calling me for my birthday though he was nine days too late. I guess absent minded fathers are all the rage still nine days before, I had nothing much to celebrate. I am now seventeen I thought my life would at least be different but living life on coffee and nicotine shouldn’t be my yearly birthday tradition. Vodka bottles and battles...
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Unspoken Words Of Goodbye
Unspoken Words Of Goodbye By Jean Roy My rusted mouth tastes of molten biled goodbyes and unspoken words. Copyright 2012 All Rights Reserved
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To Watch His Little Girl Graduate
To Watch His Little Girl Graduate By Jean Roy He fought long to survive his battle with nicotine addiction as the cigarettes were slowly taking away his life even though he remained fighting through its opposition. The life expectancy of emphysema patients is only three to five years his life barely able to make it suffering through agonizing pain and tears. My father fought for nine years with...
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Daily Confession: July 24th 2012
His love helps me love myself.
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Some Questions Are Harder Than Others
Some Questions Are Harder Than Others By Jean Roy I haven’t seen you in twelve years because I had asked why you raped me. I am left alone having an absent father who stole my innocence and left me with a question I will never receive the answer to. Copyright 2012 All Rights Reserved
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More Than Just His Friend
More Than Just His Friend By Jean Roy If words were easy to find I’d speak the contents of my fearful heart and complex mind. But courage is not an easy thing to purse when an unstable heart has something great to lose. Self sabotage has become my crutch “I’ll do it soon” but my courage is never enough. I remain fearful that our relationship will end after telling him that I’d like to be more than...
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Life Without You
Life Without You By Jean Roy I try and go on each day pretending that I am okay but my heart can’t fake the truth how badly life is, living it without you. Copyright 2012 All Rights Reserved
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Daily Confession: July 21st 2012
I let my insecurities handicap me.
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To The Heavenly Bodies That Shine So Bright At...
“Have him return back to this four hundred and sixty seven square foot studio apartment he once called home.” J, You left far too much room in my bed for star filled nights to ever become comfortable. I just wish that I could hold your body close to mine. Is that too much to ask?
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Like Forgiveness…
Like Forgiveness… By Jean Roy Much like forgiveness, broken hearts and lost trust take time to fully heal. They say time heals old wounds, but scars will always be there to remind you of the truth. Copyright 2012 All Rights Reserved
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Attachment
Attachment By Jean Roy My attachment to your heart is cloaked by an invisible veil of uncontrollable urges to feel your warm embrace but instead knowing I can only hug a cold pillow instead. Copyright 2012 All Rights Reserved
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Your Temporary Whore
Your Temporary Whore By Jean Roy We continue our four forty four weekly appointments of sinful and carnal lust. For an hour and a half I can pretend to be more than your secretary and act as if this wasn’t just sex, but making love. You pick the same hotel room each time, because you love the consistency. Bed sheets that project a lavender scent act as an aphrodisiac as your hungry lips stain my...
