Jayca

No words left.
Just empty descriptions
of an indescribable feeling.

Gravity begins to pull
...
Pulls the air from lungs
pulls the pavement up

I want you to die,
just burn in Hell,
but to hear your cries of pain…
well, I just couldn’t take that.

Everybody wants a Revolution;
Everybody wants something new;
But nobody wants to start the Riot—
Especially not me.

I know you’re not the forgiving type,
but I’m asking you now:
Please…don’t hate me.

We know who you are
We know what you do
We see who you’re with
And who they’re with, too.

What i’ve just done
fills me with shame
and i don’t ever want to
do it again.

The breeze says, "Summer"
as it sneaks into my room;
but the trees say, "No."

I miss you,
miss being held,
miss your late-night
phone calls & rendezvous’.

Dear Prudence.
You should visit me more often.

Dear Patience.
You should stay longer the next time you come over.

Dear Truth.
My mom likes you; you should be around with her more…

Everything has meaning, but I can’t figure out where it’s hidden.
...
I’m preoccupied, but I can’t tell you what with.