Today forever,
My sunset runs away,
eloping with the moon.

Jumping off lovers leap
impaled on star-broken
clichés.(I wished you'd close your
eyes so I could stop
coming up for air...)

Rag doll fingers,
pulled apart by arching
serrated silver,
bleeding gold dust
at the seams
so Jessi
will be loved once more

Speaking in 3rd
person
cause it's easier
to pretend I'm
not me.
Easier to ignore who
(and what)
I've become

She's become
her own personal
poser poster child
for
teen angst
Cause
Teen Angst just
won't go die.
(God damn it!)

Jessi's
three halves of a
whole,
that'll
never fit together.