Jess Terry Poems

hands smudged and blackened,
sliding across the page,
minute details,
smearing under the touch,
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At fifteen,
I thought the greatest tragedy,
was breaking up after three months,
oh how naive.
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I grew cold and weary,
as these years go by,
I have learnt how naive
I could truly be.
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If you hold me down,
I will fight,
I will kick and scream,
I will not be forced.
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Remember me,
know that I laughed,
I cried,
I fought for so long,
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A heart is a heavy burden,
one I could not bear,
for life struggles weighed on me,
and precious few cared.
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I know that I delayed this,
when it was really inevitable,
but I want to scream at you,
to punch you
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That tiny flutter,
and I knew,
I was in love.
He didn't see it
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I know I have told you,
but I love you.
We never met,
but I love you.
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