Forgiveness
Forgiveness
By Jean Roy
Forgiveness isn’t
a word my heart can accept
when it comes to you.
This pain hasn’t gone,
leaving traces of a love you didn’t want.
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Love At Eleven
Love At Eleven
By Jean Roy
They said love isn’t love at eleven
and that the belief in such things was a misconception.
They said that holding hands made no difference at all
because virgin love doesn’t have feelings involved.
They said that love meant trust
even though we shared secrets no one knew but us.
They said that love was a commitment and maintaining it was hard
despite our hidden kisses under the star filled sky’s when it got dark.
They said love isn’t love at eleven
but you will always be my first friend, love, and my first heart connection.
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Turn Back Time
Turn Back Time
By Jean Roy
Can we turn back time?
Please, I promise I’ll be all
you could ever need.
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Beautiful Lies
Beautiful Lies
By Jean Roy
The worst lies have been told
from the most beautiful mouth mine had ever known.
And as
we both kissed
false I love you’s
began to form on his lips.
I wanted so badly
for those words to be true
but to naive ears
lies will always sound better than the truth.
And even when
my heart knew the facts
I still loved him
knowing he didn’t love me back.
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Hopeless Trying
Hopeless Trying
By Jean Roy
You said I wasn’t enough
but my heart doesn’t want to give up.
I have this idea that maybe you’ll change your mind
but hope dwells a lifelong misery of you never being mine.
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Misery
Misery
By Jean Roy
Your last words will haunt me
until my dying day.
As I sadly try to drink
all of my miseries away.
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Wishes Held Hostage
Wishes Held Hostage
By Jean Roy
The stars are holding
my wishes hostage.
Because to the celestial beings
you loving me back would be catastrophic.
I guess the stars hate hearing me plead
how badly I wish I could make you happy like you make me.
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Shivering Cuts On Her Arms
Shivering Cuts On Her Arms
By Jean Roy
She shivers compulsively.
No, it’s not the weather.
She hides broken skin under her sleeves
that bracelets and band aids can’t make all better.
Her bruised soul inflicts razor bladed harm.
…Shivering to hide the cuts on her arms.
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Poetic Embraces
Poetic Embraces
By Jean Roy
I wish these words could
hold me close like you once did.
I miss you so much.
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Another Late Night Bruise
Another Late Night Bruise
By Jean Roy
I lay here awake
fearing what excuse you will
give me tomorrow.
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Brailed Breaths
Brailed Breaths
By Jean Roy
Allow my finger tips
to trace your braille breaths
so that I may decipher your heart’s wants
with my soft caress.
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You Know I Can’t Forget You
You Know I Can’t Forget You
By Jean Roy
I find your lies in my sheets
along with all of the promises you never intended to keep.
There are clues of our past in my bed
as if you left traces of yourself, so that I could never forget.
I uncover tidbits of love from last September
of sweet memories my heart doesn’t want to remember.
I drown in candied morsels of your painful confections
as I realize my past hurts still live on in the present.
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Hearted Blog Posts
Hearted Blog Posts
By Jean Roy
You leave a heart on each of my posts
though its such a heartless thing to do
because you know that
each love post is about you.
And still you press like
just to keep me up at night.
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When You’re With Him
When You’re With Him
By Jean Roy
I hope when you are with him
you remember the nights we spent
tangled in a universal rhythmic ember
of star filled passions
as my lips would kiss the nape of your neck
while my finger tips would tip toe down
your arching back
generating wavelengths of passion,
I’m sure he can’t create for you.
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