confession

You're the cutest thing.
I want you to be mine.











xoxo

sough

Focus, focus, come on Focus.
Now.
Everything is shifting.
Okay, steady, walk towards me.
Now.
It's okay, i don't bite.
Come. on. i need you.
Now.
Show me you care.
This is something i want.
Now.
Don't lead me down this path,
And leave me lost.
Now.
You are someone i want.
Someone i can see myself with.
Now.













xoxo

keep it wild

From here on out, i'm done.
With all of the bullshit.
I'm going to be carefree.
I don't care, i just do not care.
If you showed one ounce of emotion:
Then maybe i'd change my mind.
But you are incapable of that, so who am i kidding.
It's not like you're that important.
Oh thank lucifer for replaceable people.












xoxo

recollection

My name is Jasmine Marie Thompson.
I don't know myself very well.
That bothers me so much.
Is it that i'm afraid to find out what i've become?
Or that i feel as though i'm not good enough.
Who am i trying to please?
My name is Jasmine Marie Thompson.
I find happiness in...
What do i enjoy?
Have i enjoyed anything i have done?
Am i thinking about this at all.
No, no i am not.
My name is Jasmine Marie Thompson.
As of recently i threw my old self away.
I just found out what i want in life.
What i want to be and who i want to become.
I am myself, with myself, happy alone.
No, i do not mean a l o n e.
What i mean is without someone holding my hand,
helping me across this street.
I can walk by myself, company would be nice.
But i will not go out of my way to find it.
My name is Jasmine Marie Thompson.
And i couldn't be happier with my life.











xoxo

memory loss

Walking down memory lane.
I am walking right now.
This bag is quite heavy.
I think i'll sit down on this bench.
The lake is gleaming in the moonlight.
This night breeze is causing a chill to climb my spine.
I think i'll start a fire.
Maybe i could use some of these old memories.
I don't need them, right?
Right.
Toss them, burn them, forget them.
But don't fully forget them. No, forget them.
Have any good come of these memories?
I can't remember.
Or maybe i do, i hate to admit, that's right.
I'm tired of wiping the dust off this.
This is tiring, i am tired of being tired of this.
Let it go.
The fire feels so good.
Look up at the sky.
We are floating away.










xoxo

pond scum

I am turning my head in rotations.
Hopefully it doesn't twist off.
Actually, i take that back.
Maybe it will.
My eyes are throwing up.
This is what i see.
Nothing is clear, n o t h i n g is clear.
I wish i could stop the boat.
I hate being.
That's so vague, you've realized this already.
Maybe i should stop wasting time.
Those actions you acted out were incorrect.
I am not wasting my time. you are.
Once again, my face is melting.
I can never get these words out of my head.
With every shake i get nothing.
Have you ever wanted to grab a knife,
And cut the words out?
I have never thought of that, Creep.











xoxo

i lied.

i have no feelings.
Are you happy now.
Show some emotion.
I just want you to know.
Nothing.
Nothing.
Nothing.
I hate unfinished business.







xoxo