The house,
so still,
so silent.

I said your name out loud,
I had to hear it.

I hugged a pillow and thought of you,
I had to feel you.

But it was never you.

The days erase the memories of a deteriorating mind,
thanks to time.
But the feelings always remain, and embed them selfs
within me, deeper than any dagger could, deeper than any memory.

Those feelings will never deteriorate,
they will never be erased.

Traces of you will always remain,

I'll never smile the same,
and I'll never laugh the same,
I'll never feel the same.

I'll build walls long before bridges,
and that is how I'll fall.

A woman trapped in a labyrinth of her own walls.

Traveling by moonlight and cursing the sun.

Because damn the days are hot and long..
I live for the nights,
that's when traces of you surface to my skin and
I can drink you once again.

I'm so thirsty.

©opyRight 2007 JMR

Despite the popular belief ,
a person is a person disregarding gender.
And girls don't cry.

You're quite funny.
You're quite witty.
And your hair is always perfect.
YOU ARE ALWAYS SO FUCKEN PERFECT!

But I'm here to let you know,
girls don't cry.

You have one of the best damn smiles I have ever seen.
And I'd like to kick in those teeth of yours.

Guess what?
Girls don't cry.

I never needed your fucken approval.
I never needed your fucken time.
I never needed your fucken inquination, god I don't need that!
Stain me with your fucken lack of expression.

And you know...
girls don't cry.

I gladly say goodbye.

JMR ©2007

She was the embodyment of spring.
Life in her touch,
lips could bring back dead.

She always made you laugh.
But where is she going..
hiding in shadows of trees.

Why is she lingering in dark places
where there's a bone chilling breeze.

I watch the girl turn grey.
It's like watching a deer dieing by a hunters gun.

Leafs falling all around,
willows weep.

I watch the girl turn grey.
Birds spread wings and fly away.
Flocks over head cry with fear, not knowing
what is really going on with the girl.

She lowers to her knees..
smiles softly but I see her weep.
Tears so pale, flow down her cheek.

I see the girl turn grey.
Winter comes three seasons early,
Or maybe one season back, and
we are in rewind.

I see the girl turn grey.
How sad.

Jenna M.R. ©2006

Slinking down beneathe the sheets.
Boy come back home.

The warmth from your body left an impression next to me.
Slowly it cooling down,
damn the sheets.

Sunlight trickling between small gaps in the curtain,
and my tummy rumbles.

Boy, hurry on back home.
Feed these embers.

I'm having a craving.
Boy come back home.

Jenna M.R. ©2006