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There is no answer for people like us.
by Jolie Jordan
We are not friends anymore.
Do you realize we fight with knives in the kitchen,
and loaded guns in the house?
I'm trying to draw a line between us.
I say, I point;
There.
That is you, this is me.
Honestly though,
I am wondering.
When did we stop liking eachother?
I wake up with my hands on your throat.
I wake up to open windows you've climbed out of the night before.
I wake up to empty bottles and my dirty jeans on the floor.
We open our eyes and we are always in different places
and we will always find eachother and we will say;
Baby, baby,
Baby, I love you, I love you, I'm sorry.
I wake up with a cotton mouth and cracked lips.
We give kisses, but they are weaker now.
I will give you my heart again
but it is smaller now.
10/18/2009 Posted on 10/18/2009
Copyright © 2025 Jolie Jordan
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Steven Kenworthy on 10/19/09 at 03:25 AM of all the women on this site, your work is the rawest, the realest...and not flowery, but tangible & graphic. this is no different...it feels honest. it stings a bit...like a honeybee who had too much whiskey. |
| Posted by Sandy M. Humphrey on 10/19/09 at 04:00 PM Realistic, honest, gritty, and tragic but this is how relationships go sometimes. I can feel the we are not friends anymore line and i know how sad that feeling is...smh |
| Posted by Julie Adams on 10/21/09 at 03:30 AM this piece is so tangible, still poetic and clever in delivery and in diction...a pleasure to read u, peace, jewels |
| Posted by Meghan Helmich on 10/21/09 at 06:05 PM I can appreciate this a lot, Jolie. Thanks for the write! |
| Posted by Sarah Wolf on 11/07/09 at 04:59 AM So real... I like it! |
| Posted by Sarah Wolf on 11/07/09 at 04:59 AM So real... I like it! |
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