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Mollly Jo Poem
See, faced with no one,
yet in my mind I see him everywhere.
The best thing for me;
do not name it,
stitch my mouth,
say nothing.
But silence is never nothing.
Silence is the loudest thing he gives me.
What seizes the eye at once
makes the heart beat between lines.
Utmost, inexplicable, perpetual stimulation.
Now the wind blows mournfully,
and I let it.
Naturally, flagrantly, palpably,
replaying each line,
bona fide, constantly, truthfully, carefully.
Beating through language,
an ache written sideways,
pain grammar cannot hold.
Devil-may-care.
On the edge of a single smile,
he walks through my thoughts.
Every gesture is an answer.
Every lack of gesture is an answer.
I build whole futures
out of unfinished sentences.
Between my wanting
and his unknowing,
through life's clenched jaw,
I cling to the unrequited knowledge
of reciprocity.
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Mollly Jo Poem
Limerence pools,
at the lip of skin.
Bleeding like I love ;
slow,
hard,
full of regret.
Copyright © Mollly Jo | Year Posted 2025
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Mollly Jo Poem
You begged so pretty.
You bled so easy.
You mistook my knife for a hand.
You held it.
Don't blame my heart for being sharp.
Why call it love?
I never promised that.
Copyright © Mollly Jo | Year Posted 2025
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Mollly Jo Poem
I came to you already drowning.
You reeked of endings.
I dove in head-first.
Perfect.
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