Jason Wallace Poetry: 61 books

This spirit,I fear it.I've felt it.I've dealt it,Dismay, defeat, decay.Repeat. Replay.

You meant more to meThan the ones before.Tell me why.You were no better than them,But I loved you more.Tell me why.I die day by day.Tell me why.I don’t mindThat you’re now away.Tell me why.I almost want to love to hateThat you’ve been gone for forever,And an eternity longer, I will have to wait.Tell me why.

This is all like some movie,Except nobody I know ever gets rich.They just deal with a lot of shit.All the liars, thieves, and hypocritesTake everything away,Or at least, most of it.

She's miss perfectPerfect for me in every wayBut I'm so concernedThat I no longer hear her sayShe wants me anymoreAnd I don't know what forI'm afraid

I'm just stayin aliveI don't really know whyI can't take this shitIt never fuckin endsThe same ol' day to dayWhy do I haveTo live this wayI think I'm made to payFor everyone else's mistakesPlace the blame on themOr at leastLet me pay with my lifeFuck, I wanna die

I...Don't want to hurt youBut I...Don't know how much I can careAll I doIs seem to curse youAnd I...Don't know if that's being fair

I'll keep hangin onI won't let myselfBe a victim anymoreI don't careIf you forgive meYou can cause me painAt most, my blood will stainAnd scab, and it will healYou can't kill me!

In the place of our love,You filled in with hurt,Colored unimaginable ,Unfulfilled first,And I wasn't enough,And I knew that so muchI tried so hard to make it all workBut you went away worrying and wasted,Wasting my timeWith all those lies,You always despised, delicate, forgetting the worth

I’ve already forgotten what it’s like to everHave something more than just this pain.I’m ready to be forgottenAnd to know that I don’t have to remainIn this, all of this, all of it, all that I canNo longer know how to endure.I don’t grow stronger. I just look in me for a cureTo this sickness,...

The pain I've felt so longCould never have beenWithout reasonEvery bit of it could never be wrongBecause it's taught me whatTo really say and how to mean itYou're so good I can't believe my eyesI can't understand how you came to beYou've made me thankful for all the liesI...

The touch that makes me weakSoft skin on cheekEverything wonderfulWhen you're in my armsSo breathlessI have to fight to speakI love everything that you are

A poem dedicated to a life of disease and disgust, wretchedness and hate

She will always be everything I want and everything I wish i could need.

Your dream of this creation called love is just the blinding nightmare you've convinced yourselves is there to bring hope.