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[the--messs]

[luciblackanima]

tired.

I wonder if love ever gets tired of our bullshit? Tired of us second guessing its existence, tired of us denying its truth, tired of us lying about  loving the people we don't. I am not love, but I am tired of us.

[sobbinginapizzabuffet]

I can see the light

They always told me About the light at the end of the tunnel But they never told me It would be from an oncoming train

© Jenny Paz 2013

[killingtimewithwords]

Cuffing Season

You want your lonely nights with cheap booze at least  until lights go down and fires are lit with the dead of winter quickly approaching  without someone to hold  or caress the sound of your name  in the bleakness of night- those nights you still hold on to her grace hoping that she'll return from the cold- all the while knowing  she is as warm as the afternoon sun and you are left alone -frozen in, locked shut to the confines of this empty home. 

[sobbinginapizzabuffet]

Absence

You would light my house on fire Then lay inside as it burns And go down with it To show me the way you turn Dark with the residue fire leaves Your skin turns black like the wood I was drinking when I wrote this But I still know you You are one to stew in what you make of it But oh god please help me I don’t know what to do I want to protect you Because I fear that I may love…  Everywhere I hear your laugh You speak in the wind and rain And I only miss you, when I haven't seen you for days And I notice that color has left us And the leaves have stopped rustling The absence of you leaves me Cold, dark, and empty

  © Jenny Paz 2013

[sobbinginapizzabuffet]

Headaches.

Headaches You are all just Headaches And you are laughing now But it's true I sit in class with Headaches And I've made out with a couple too Now that I've seen How people can be You are all the same to me And you are all just Headaches © Jenny Paz 2013

[twomediumpizzas]

The Saddest Death in History

All of my time Was spent wishing I could just Hold your hand, That I could be the Cause for a twinkle In your eye And a smile on your lips. All of my days We're spent wishing I could just Make you happy, That I could be yours And that me existing Was reason enough for Your day to go alright. But I died before I Got to hold your hand.

[haltingly]

I saw the hotel that my grandfather was married in some fifty-odd years ago the other day. He pointed it out, a beautiful coffee-brown building dwarfed by the skyscrapers around it, as we looked out over the city. At the time, it was the tallest building in Shanghai, towering over everything else with its two dozen stories. My dad mused about what a luxury that must have been, and my grandfather smiled fondly and said in slow, accented syllables that it was, but it was their wedding, so her father had treated them and they even spent their wedding night there.

My grandmother has been gone for seven years now and all I have left are vague memories of soft, gentle words and warm smiles and bus trips to preschool, but my grandfather still smiles about her and every time I begin to doubt that love is anything more than a fantasy, I look around me and realize that it could never be just that, because my grandfather still remembers everything.