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Best Poems From
JESSY LIZ
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So They Tell Me
Some things just arent meant to be..
I sigh and smile.. Yeah, so they tell me.
We shouldnt be where we are right now
But it all got misconstrued somehow.
You think theyre lies, but youre nowhere near right.
Theyre a diversion of the truth to keep things upright.
Jessy Liz
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Spinning
Blinking in and fading out,
Consciousness is high in doubt.
Swimming in a sea of fog,
Sight gives out but not for long.
Waking in a drug-like daze
Darkness captured in your gaze.
Room is spinning, round and round-
Limp, white body hits the ground.
Jessy Liz
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Stitch by Stitch
Do I prefer that you should care?
What question at which to venture a dare.
How is it that you know so much,
When we barely keep in touch?
I'm pushing hard and yet you pull.
Does this challenge not grow dull?
Let me suffer, heartless bitch!
Yet you still sew me, stitch by stitch.
To L
Jessy Liz
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Suffocation
Suffocating with your tongue down my throat
In the bathroom or the back room screaming- Let me go
Hands up my dress- no, you never did care
On the couch in the front room- they're starting to stare
Your teeth pinch my neck and I'm starting to bleed
In the kitchen on a bed of knives or down on my knees
Your grip on my waist is making it hard
To say no to your greed in the backseat of the car
Half-dressed and confused there's a mistake, I'm sure
'Cause I'm feeling so used pressed up against this mirror
But your lips feel like heroine piercing my veins
In the basement or the closet- Let me strain
Hit hard as you push me to the cutting room floor
In the back hall, back against the wall- you always want more
Screaming for freedom, wrenching in fear
On the bottom stair- or in the laundry room- you'll make your premier
My tears are your Emmy, my shame gives you rise
In the dressing room or on the balcony- you need the panic in my eyes
Jessy Liz
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