Jessica Thompson Poems

As the people die.
The hope fades.
Blood spills.
Only to be wasted.
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Hallo, Du stehst in meinder Tür
Es ist sonst niemand hier, ausser Dir und mir
Komm doch erstmal rein, der Rest geht von allein
In Zimmer 483
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Staring.
Into oblivion.
Nothing.
In particular.
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This really.
Sucks.
Boredom.
Sadness.
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'' I love you.''
You say.
Whisper.
Smile.
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Day after day.
Seems like it has.
Forsaken me.
My watch.
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Standing in the mirror.
Glaring at my faults.
Remembering the jeers.
From other people.
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Falling, falling into this puddle.
Of my own tears.
I'm crying and trying to see your face.
It's faded.
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Laying in the sun.
Hoping it will kill me.
Nothing.
Human blood.
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There's no need for this.
Foolishness.
Lust.
Just to cause others pain.
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