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Best Poems From
JESSY LIZ
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Precious
Nothing hurts like it's supposed to.
I can't feel the way that you do.
I'm sorry that I'm not enough
To become the girl that you dreamt up.
Maybe if I left you here
The pain you felt would be less dear.
And I could go on in my vague existence
In a way that wouldn't suspend this silence.
But, Precious, I cant stop this now.
I will press on in this somehow.
Leaving couldnt come a moment too soon
For these bittersweet emotions are quickly consumed.
Jessy Liz
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Production of an Imploding Lie
A big production- as someone I'm not.
Pressure, pressure, building up..
When's this mad house going to blow?
I'm running away, but running low.
What will happen when I'm caught in the wreckage
Of an incinerated dream?
This place- a place away from here-
Where nothing's as it seems.
So spin me around and let me go free.
And take this blindfold off of me.
Let me wander; stumble through..
And find my way back home to you.
Tear me down and punish me,
Slap me 'til you make me see.
Scream and scream, because I need your voice-
Tell me I'm left without a choice.
Take me home to contemplate,
And bring me to the light again.
Jessy Liz
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Protege
I need you like a drug addiction
Like water in my veins
I need you like the coming down
On all my better days
I need you like a pain killer
Like pills with every name
I need you like a cigarette
After legs go separate ways
I need you like another flaw
Like a stain set in on suede
I need you like a birth defect
On this cold, hardened runway
I need you like a weakness
Like a trait that makes me prey
I need you like a bad influence
Because I'm your protege
Jessy Liz
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Queasy
Do I make you weak in the knees?
Are you gonna be easy?
Come on, baby, bleed for me.
I'll hand over my pistol-
You've got one bullet.
Aim for the heart, love,
And remember it.
Because when that silver misses me
You'll start to get queasy.
Let me tell you, Romeo-
I'm not that easy.
Then you're mine..
Your hands, your neck..
My lips against you-
Oh, sweetheart, you're a wreck.
So aim it one more time,
This round I'll play blind
And when you miss me again your soul is mine.
We can play darts, love,
With sharpened butcher knives.
You can hold my eyes shut,
Or come up from behind..
But, doll, you'll miss me every time.
Raven curls and a snowy smile..
I'll have you going for miles..
And when you're breathless I'll ask, quite pleased-
Do I make you weak in the knees?
Are you gonna be easy?
Come on, baby, bleed for me.
Jessy Liz
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