Jake Gassiot Poems

I sit high in this tree
In complete tranquility

This bed of ropes
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You’re the one
That stole my virginity
You’re the one
That took my soul
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The thing that burns my soul
An everlasting fire
The thing that takes its toll
Tearing at my desire
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They run down your cheek
They show your sadness
They show your happiness
The emotion escapes you in them
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This is my first time
I pick up the knife
I bring it to my wrist
But I stop
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As I look into the mirror
I see nothing
I see a hypocrite
I see pain
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It caresses me
It makes me insane
It’s hard to see
It courses through my veins
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Will he ever do it
Will he ever try
Will he ever do it
Will he spread her thighs
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I’ve written a note
I’ve left the house
When I’m gone people will quote
“Did you see him, he had the ears of a mouse”
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Which is for you
I choose knife
I want to see him do it
I want to look into the eyes of my executioner
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