half of me
stands in the doorway
lit and visible
hands open
as if the world is gentle
you see that part
the steady voice
the practiced smile
the way I hold myself
like I’ve already made peace
but the other half
lives behind the ribs
you can’t see
the rooms I keep locked
the storms that learned
to thunder without sound
the ache that hums
beneath calm skin
half of me
is sunlight on water
the other half
is the current
deep and pulling
strong enough
to carry entire histories
if you look close
you might notice
how my eyes hesitate
before they shine
how my laughter
sometimes arrives
a breath late
I am both
the surface
and the undertow
and loving me
means learning
to hold
what is offered in light
and what survives
in the dark
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Thank you
From the first verse to 50,000 views—what an incredible journey it’s been! This milestone is a testament to the power of words and the connection they create. This milestone is not just mine—it’s ours! Thank you for every read, share, and kind word along the way. Here’s to many more poetic adventures ahead!
Much love to you all
Jennifer ❤️ 😘
Time
here with you
time loses its grip
and moments stretch into infinity
leaving a trail of memories
that shimmer like stardust
each heartbeat
becomes a symphony
resonating through the vast expanse
of the universe
and love weaves its narrative
into the fabric of eternity
Engraved
that final word broke
the thin grasp of love
that I was holding on to
and in these last moments
I am reminded
of what can’t be erased
and the weight
of a thousand memories
fill my eyes
knowing time was a silent witness
to the memory of you
being engraved into my bones
Flesh and bones
I want to meet
the sound of your breath
as it fills an empty room
and listen to the stories
that you hold inside
within every exhale
to feel the weight
of your words
quietly settle inside
the depths of my flesh and bones
and wait to be scattered
upon these pages
Within a dream
within a dream
of a dream
I dream of you
behind closed eyes
and in the darkest
of darkness
I find you there
and confess one by one
the depths of my love
visible and bare
peeling back
layer by layer
everything I am
everything I use to be
and I am holding on so tighty
to what’s left of time
because once this dream is over
what will be left
of us
Pure beauty
I at times
cannot fathom
the pure beauty
of your symmetry
the way your eyes
trace every curve of my body
leaving no place untouched
and your voice
slowly dances down
the arch of my back
resting in every pore
upon my naked flesh
your touch is every secret
that hides beneath your soul
and your love paints me
the most beautiful picture
that I’ve ever seen
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