Poems from JacqueRoman
This town is a mechanized iron claw
with a deathly grip that threatens
to take your life in the same place it began.
This is the vortex...
Everyone is attractive
from a distance.
Falling in love is swift and seamless
when you never see the object of affection.
Up close, we...
Mat gives me flowers
and I get butterflies.
He holds my hand like
he’ll never let me go.
His eyes say
I am his.
Mat gives me bruises...
People have late night cravings,
Common gallivants to the stone cold fridge for a confectionary and temporary therapist.
My hands have...
What is it like falling out of love?
Is it like the sudden sweeping of feet out from
under you when you fall on rollerblades?
Or is it...