Revelation, possession;
your one, dark indiscretion.

I can see it.

Addiction and yearning;
blood, pulse, skin, burning.

I can bring it.

Predilection for aching;
a soul ripe to be taken.

I can give it.

Fixation, obsession;
your death bed confession.

I can be it.

~j~

Fuck You, Peter

we aren’t coming out to play

take your child like games 

and just go away

we're all grown up now

with truth in our hearts

no longer does your magic

affect my 

‘parts’

and let’s face it,

trips to that star on the right,

have been pretty sparse

so, 

tell all your lost boys

to clean up their toys

this girl wants her window cill back

to dance with the moon

and she is tired of your pixie dust

all over her room

it smells like her

and it makes me ill

and any minute now, 

i hear Jack will be coming up that hill

i just hope he’s finally left that bitch, Jill

or im calling Big Jack, 

even though I’m no fan of beans

I hear he treats his girls, 

like a queen.

.j.

don't ask for my heart

with no intentions to protect it

how dare you, again

after you’ve wrecked it

your poison and venom

has got it infected

with your half truth and avoidance,

you’ve done nothing but disrespect it

don’t you see, my blood, sweat, and tears,

 trying hard to
 resurrect it

so, get out the way

i’ve no time for you

i’m looking for true love

or, 

fuck it,

for now,

.. just someone to 
caress this.

.j.

Wondering how it might be

to have your heart in my house,

I took crayons and paper

and cut some out.

I then set them in places

I’d like you to be,

like ‘your head on my pillow’

or just ‘watching TV’.

I don’t care that they’re quiet

with nothing to say,

I only care that they’re here

at the end of my day.

I add more paper hearts

during my free time at night,

as my neighbors all gossip;

‘that girl just ain’t right’.

And I write this now,

sitting ankle deep,

amidst love made of paper,

the only kind I can keep.

~j~