Poems from jill-sans-jack
Two thousand, one hundred, ninety-two:
the number of 11:11 wishes I wasted.
I used to wait for it,
anxiously,
just so that I could wish for...
He likes to waltz
In and out of my life
Twirls me around
with pretty words
perfectly timed with the music
and my weakness.
And he takes...
I know I'm not wanted
or needed
or noticed
but do I have to be reminded so constantly?
I would really like
to just feel important for once...
There's just something about your smile
about the way you throw your head back and laugh.
Something about how you run your hands through...
It's strange, feeling nothing.
Nothing but my blood
rushing with adrenaline
And my head
pounding with confusion
And my hands
shaking with...