Wasting Time
Wasting Time
By Jean Roy
We’re just wasting time
taking for granted a love
that only comes once.
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Someday
Someday
By Jean Roy
Someday you won’t need to search anymore.
Someday this daily hurt will be worth all that I’ve endured.
Someday you’ll look back at me, both of us feeling the same.
Someday we’ll both share the same last name.
Someday you will ask yourself as you remember,
Why it took us so long to be together.
Someday we’ll be more than best friends
and this suffering of being without you will come to an end.
Someday you’ll realize that we are meant to be.
Someday the person who will have all your love will be me.
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Broken Heart
Broken Heart
By Jean Roy
This broken heart casts
a somber shadow over
vivid memories.
…They say those who reminisce on past love
remember it being far better than what it actually was.
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Broken Promise
Broken Promise
By Jean Roy
One broken promise
can deplete a hopeful heart
and fill it with doubts.
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Empty Side Of Our Bed
Empty Side Of Our Bed
By Jean Roy
This room is far too quiet now,
it misses the sweet melody of her voice
I am suffocated by unsaid words trapped in my mouth
withdrawals of a love, because she was my drug of choice.
I’ve grown accustomed to her presence
so her absence leaves me in pain.
Beautiful lies were her choice of weapons
as she abandoned me and the home we had made.
This life we had planned together
remains another broken dream
But hoping she’d come back is a hopeless endeavor
that will never be my reality.
Though I yearn for this fictitious one sided bond
of a love that was already dead.
I realize that she may be gone,
but her pillow still remains on the empty side of our bed.
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Trying To Revive A Dead Love
Trying To Revive A Dead Love
By Jean Roy
He’s not doing a thing
to keep me in his life
but I am foolishly fighting
to revive a love that was never mine.
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My Father, The Warden
My Father, The Warden
By Jean Roy
My father is the warden
and in this home I am his prisoner.
I endure abuse and neglect
by a man who is heartless and bitter.
My body is a canvas painted
with countless bruises and cuts
for all the times
he has drunken more than his share of enough.
I live behind walls
where my torment remains silent
wishing I could be freed from this hell
of unparalleled domestic violence.
But my words remain unheard
because he keeps me locked away,
separated from the outside world
never seeing the light of day, outside the barred window cage.
I’ve become my father’s property
ever since my mother moved out.
I am the only woman left in his life
that he can still control, abuse and boss around.
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Worthless Heart
Worthless Heart
By Jean Roy
There is not one heart in the world
that should be forced to deal,
with the worthlessness
that you make mine feel.
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An Already Dying Love
An Already Dying Love
By Jean Roy
I’ve given you second chances
about one hundred times
but you have never learned your lesson
you still keep committing the same love crime.
I wish there wasn’t any love for you in this heart of mine
but we both know I’d be lying
if I said I wouldn’t mind trying
to save the love you have for me, that is already dying.
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Destroyed Hope
Destroyed Hope
By Jean Roy
You set the barrier
that would destroy whatever hope
laid dormant inside of me
so that we could have a future together one day.
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Realization
Realization
By Jean Roy
You get to a point
where you realize that your heart
can live without him.
…I’ve loved you for so long,
but this hurt isn’t what my heart needed.
You see, if you truly loved me like you claimed,
cheating with prettier girls wouldn’t be your weakness.
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Running Back
Running Back
By Jean Roy
I keep running back to you,
because your I love you’s are deceiving.
Such beautiful lies you speak, make me forget
how badly you treat me.
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If Wishes Grew On Trees
If Wishes Grew On Trees
By Jean Roy
If wishes grew on trees
I’d plant a forest
of glittering possibility in my backyard
instead of being ignored
by the beautiful
hydrogen and helium matter
that usually shines false hope
down into my heart
every other night.
I take this branch and with a closed fist,
I close my eyes and make a wish.
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Memories Of You Cause Me The Most Pain
Memories Of You Cause Me The Most Pain
By Jean Roy
I’ve lost my mind
to reminisced events of happiness
that I have tried to keep tucked away
in the box underneath my bed
filled with memories, photographs
and hand written letters filled with uncompleted promises
that I can’t seem to stop from reverberating
inside my head.
…Memories of you cause me the most pain,
but I still manage to miss you at least once every day.
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Starving Writer
Starving Writer
By Jean Roy
A starving writer
dying for you to love my
words like I love you.
Can this late night written expression be considered art?
Can this humble man of only words capture your beautiful heart?
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