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Chasing the days
my mother pushed me on swings,
kissed my scraped knees.
I wish for my tears to fill the bathtub,
prune the tips of my fingers - turn
wrinkled like her skin.
-4:43am / j.n
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“Remember what life was like before we met?”
“No.”
“Good, me neither.”
— ghostroad.tumblr.com
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My heart is broken
mangled into an irreparable place - those cruel
insults that set my limbs on fire but
I don’t scream or move an inch
I sit and I feel it
a piece of my right ventricle is being pushed
to my throat and if I open my mouth
it could come out, but maybe
I should search for the courage, to spit
at you; a piece of my heart, the words
that will result in the decision
to slice off another major artery
from my own heart - to let my blood spurt
violently into open space
in the name of self respect. But
I’ve only ever had enough love in there
for you and now as it deteriorates,
how could I ever fit enough for myself.
My heart is broken
and the beats are slowing,
I can’t care enough to tell my lungs
to fight for one more breath
but it happens anyway.
—j.n
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Your mouth, your hands, the way you walk.
You are my rock
but I’m floating away.
-j.n
Love is a terrifying thing to be in.
Island Time
Left the city behind
praying I may find my home
in the ocean as if the view
from this side is different
with island eyes.
— With you still there, it will always be home. / j.n
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May god have mercy
I am a voice like elevator music - the
lamp on your bedside table,
cared for if burning out.
Tired trust after opening every door
to you; revealing only empty night above an
ocean of blackness - an invitation
of faith to be taken home.
—j.n
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— j.n (ghost-road.tumblr.com)
Excerpts from my notebook I carried with me in 2012.
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To keep a small piece
in the back of my heart
reserved for you is a secret that
the universe has granted me
because our love was like
6 months of blackout,
even my friends remember the
time that I went missing,
though they don’t know where I’d been; sucked
into a loop hole; an alternate universe
where our destinies were linked, no choice
but to love you every night,
every day, every life.
—reincarnation & letting go
j.n
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