Tell my ex I’m living this life, with his music and his leather. A tattoo he said I would never get, watching my back so I can move forward with more in my spine than he will ever have. Tell my ex that I kept the texts. Tell him that ex is just one letter of the alphabet and I have a host of words that don’t need him to complete them. Tell him I have numbers, that now I speak in code. Tell my ex I’m living this life, a jumble sale of weekends spent in company and my own mistakes. I don’t need his time or cold hands. I don’t need his punches thrown against walls and doors and lamp posts. I don’t need his pillow knives. Tell my ex I nearly died. When I’m crying over all my heartbreaks, tell him that he might have made me that way but now I am making myself this way, stronger and harder and yet still capable of love. Tell my ex that I loved him. That I don’t love him now. That he hasn’t taken my love with him. Tell him he has taken nothing from me. And yet, I will take the lessons. I will take the balled-up depression the utter despair, inspiration, the pulled-out hair, the sliced fingers from guitar strings and among other things, all the power he has left, for myself. Tell my ex I understand, that he preferred me small in his palm and beneath a backhand. Tell my ex that I'm a slow learner, but at least I learn.
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Mollie Brooks
10/2/2017 04:14:44 pm
Wow, so strong Jess. I love it. X
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Carole
10/2/2017 10:57:10 pm
You are so inspirational and so talented.
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Jess
10/3/2017 04:54:03 am
So beautiful. <3
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Debby
10/3/2017 11:53:25 pm
Love 💕 this Jess xxx
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1/24/2019 07:56:58 pm
Before the time of the taking steps in the every moment of the life is really be confection from the games of the confusion. Spine for the all parts into major settings of the really new and critically situations have to pass it now.
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