Jordan Jinx Poems

she wishes she was someone else
a face she sees every morning the mirror
doesn't even feel like her own
when pours salt down on the snail she found
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when they were apart
he cut into his skin
when they were together
she felt so dead within
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feel the bits of paper skin
with every line hidden
in a little purple tin
worthless babyface
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go find yourself another future
another one to tear in half
i've spent so much time on a broken doll
screaming, 'fix me! fix me! '
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i remember the day
you held onto the steering wheel
the shins playing through the speakers
i would never forgive him
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i thought that maybe if i swung high enough
i could fall
fall into a place i never belonged to
the swing set creaks
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