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To my ex-

If the words flowed so

easily from me, the way

they wrap around you

and your anger, then I

would be able to tell

you all the things we lost.

I thought when we left

then it would be over,

but still I find weekly

that our paths are crossed.

I hoped that you would put

action to the words,

that seemed so real coming

from your lips that day.

People don’t understand

that friendships are another

breakup that can leave

you feeling this way.

Jess Gatsby

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Somewhere Out There

Hello my lovely followers. I wrote a book.

Sort of…

This is a collection of some of my short stories and poems. If you do purchase the book, thank you in advance. The profits will be helping me pay for my masters program, so if you do like my writing and want to support me this is the way to do it!

 

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Jess Gatsby

I sit here worried for you.

 

I think the people that know you

have not seen a difference, but

I do.

I don’t think that you

see a difference, but

I do.

I don’t think you

are taking this seriously, but

I do.

 

Every day is a day of joy with

you and I

watch as you get

worse.

Right now it is slowly. But

what will

I do

when it isn’t

Slowly,

Slowly,

Slowly,

Anymore?

 

The most fragile thing I own is my heart, and it is filled with you.

 

What am I going to do?

 

JG

A study of emotion

She sat down at her desk and wondered what she was doing. The day had taken an unexpected turn and here she found herself longing.

In the candlelight she could see a glimmer of the mirror in the corner.

Was that his face?

She kept seeing him.

Ella knew that he had been gone for a long time, but she still saw him.

Her hands reached out in the darkness, over the candle she felt the warmth.

Is this all she would have now?

The heat of his gaze in the corner of her eye, and then…

cold…

dark…

She felt the loneliness surround her like a mist that tickled her skin and made bumps raise on her arms.

Again a glimpse of light in the mirror.

Amber eyes from the light of the flame,

and again he was gone.

 

Jess Gatsby

 

 

Hello Old Friend.

I saw a photo of you today,

one where you smiled and it was

lovely, lovely, lovely.

I wonder sometimes how

you can hide that smile

away. away. away.

Jess Gatsby

Ah.  Yes.

The expression I wish to sigh, but then I will never.

Love and…

I can’t find the right explanation for the feeling. Oh.

yes.

Well when I see you, the look on your face tells me the same thing.

The look on your face,

your eyes,

your…

tell me sir, do you think that you hold the answer or that I do? For I am waiting

 

JG.

12.17.17

Oh, how i want…

the words

I love

You

To be tattooed

Across my chest, so

That maybe you will look

At them and know I

Mean you.

-Jess Gatsby

My first to last kiss.

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I remember the first time we kissed. You were younger and I was too, but it was a mistake and I left you the next day.

I remember the time we didn’t kiss and you reminded me about it years later and I regretted not taking my chance.

I remember the first time we kissed. You were my crush for a year and I was shaking like crazy and your lips were really soft. Even now my face flushed thinking about you. And I am not sorry for that, but I am sorry for the things I put you through.

I remember kissing you for spin the bottle, but I don’t remember the kiss.

I don’t remember the first time we kissed, but I remember falling asleep on your shoulder, the day where what I thought was hate turned to something good. I do remember the last time we kissed though. I remember running off to hide, pretending it was nothing. I think you will be in my heart forever. I remember I thought I would marry you one day, oh, and then get divorced of course.

I remember a lot of our kisses, and how they were comfortable but nothing more. I remember your hugs and your laugh and your hands and the way you played piano for me. I remember hurting you more than I have ever hurt anyone before and that is my biggest regret, the thing I would go back and change if I could because you were such a good friend to me.

I remember trying to kiss you on the cheek and then you turned your head and that was the most awkward thing that has ever happened to me.

I remember kissing you and hugging you, but not where we started or where we ended.

I remember the first time we kissed, I thought I was hot shit. You were so cool and a big guy and I was a no one that you noticed. When did you first see me? I know it was before you let on.

I remember the first and last time we kissed. We made out for an hour in my bed. It was pretty cool.

I remember the first time we kissed. You were scared and I thought that was funny because I am not a nice person sometimes. I think we would have lasted longer if you acted your age. I think we would have lasted longer if I was kinder. I love that we are still friends.

 
I remember our first kiss like it happened a million times. I remember all the kisses after, I remember the hugs, the hand holding, the loving. I remember the butterflies in my stomach when I knew I would see you. I remember when you asked me to marry you, and how scared you looked and how you already knew I would say yes. I remember the day you almost left me, and all the days after. I remember all the nights we spent together, and all the ones we were forced to spend apart. I remember the first time you said I love you, and I remember the first time you meant it. I remember the first time I said I love you, and I remember meaning that more than I have ever meant anything before. I remember last weekend and how you are fed up with your job. I remember more about you than I even remember about myself. I remember these things as glitter of my life, and when I remember them my eyes sparkle. I remember the last time you kissed me was this morning as I lay in bed and you left to work. As I am writing this, I can’t wait for your return so I can kiss you again.

-Jess Gatsby

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someday.

On the exotic coasts of my mind I find myself swimming through the waves of thoughts of someday.

I dream of being a famous artist, a famous poet, a famous….

but all after I am dead, obviously. I couldn’t handle fame in my fragile state. I come back to the shore in this thought, back to something anchoring after someday.

I walk back to the mountains in my thoughts, in this palace in my mind. There are so many places to go in this small world, but it is endless in the vast expanse of thought that inhabits my head. I see you there sometimes. It is strange, because you aren’t there yet, but….

Someday. 

-Jess Gatsby

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