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 Dimmed in shadows.

Forgotten memory 

resurfaced in the eyes of regret 

I can see you in there. 

The things you refuse to say.

To feel 💕

 What I just said ten times before by Jessica Singleton 

They said my friends do not like him.

They were not my friends yesterday 

Before I was a queen.

Where did they come from?

They care about me so much

They would rather see me fall apart 

By losing what I love

Then give up a chance 

to use me for a soap box.

They need to feel like 

conductors & astronomers. 

I feel interrogated , 

cornered and abused. 

I feel so alone and ashamed 

of nothing I have done wrong..

He thinks I pushed him 

away for their approval.

I am still trying to figure out 

where they came from 

and why they would 

have me committed 

to an asylum 

if I reject their 

ignorant intolerance. 

I never had to reject him.

He laughed at me and ignored me.

Then he ran away 

with everyone else 

so he could be pleased.

until I was lost and humiliated. 

I will turn away 

Go for a walk

And

They will get so wrapped up 

in arguing with each other

That they will forget about me. 

I never was bilingual to others anyway. 

Blend 

by 

Jessica Singleton 

He’s a beautiful man. He feels so familiar. I just keep staring at him and wanting to say something. You’d think I have known him forever. I feel drawn to him. I wish for him. He makes me want to smile again. I hide it well. I think he’s a gift from above. God knew I needed a distraction that would make me happy. I have no reason to be happy anymore. Then came my new obsession.

Atlas 

by 

Jessica Singleton 

I can recall a sound 

in my memory 

It echoes the thoughts 

and 

the feelings 

that I have 

right now.

I can think of 

a feeling I have 

betrayed myself of.

I feel like 

I should not be 

explaining this.

It must take a 

Sharp objective 

to forcefully 

Know that

You’re going 

to destroy 

Another person’s soul

With both

Clamorous Ignorance 

and 

Immutable cruelty!

You should 

be more careful 

when you go around 

picking up 

other people’s feelings. 

They are not your toys.

Xylophone and Hammer

By

Jessica Singleton 

The pane is stained 

with yesterday’s regret.

I guess you found 

your silver ribbon 

laced redemption.

I hope it gives you back

What you threw away.

That way you 

will never get 

my attention 

just to offer me 

a jigsaw of words 

that you’ll only take back. 

And

Hand over to someone else.

Nickel and dime.

Wooden blocks stacked.

Pieces of time.

Wooden coin can 

afford as much 

intentional rain.

Did I react enough?

Did it please you 

to see me this way?

You do not care.

I am sorry you made me feel again.