my_purple_journal

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  • my_purple_journal 3w

    I sit upon my idle hands.
    The devil may not play
    any longer.
    He's a lover
    and a goner,
    and he thinks I can't refuse
    being seduced by the devil.
    We reveled in our revelations,
    adoration, and consummation
    of years of friendship and love
    right before you dumped me
    into a stark desolation.
    Tears tumbled onto shards
    of my shattered heart.
    You were the last person
    I could ever imagine
    to play the villain's part,
    but with you, it's not an act.

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  • my_purple_journal 3w

    I sit upon my idle hands.
    The devil may not play
    any longer.
    He's a lover
    and a goner,
    and he thinks I can't refuse
    being seduced by the devil.
    We reveled in our revelations,
    adoration, and consummation
    of years of friendship and love
    right before you dumped me
    into a stark desolation.
    Tears tumbled onto shards
    of my shattered heart.
    You were the last person
    I could ever ponder
    to play the villain's part,
    but then again it's not an act
    when you come back
    thinking I'm healed,
    and every fucking force of nature
    summons every single feel
    I have ever felt for you;
    my idle hands touch
    your wicked, wanton flesh,
    enmeshed in our unbreakable vibe.
    My eyes fly open,
    and you're not by my side.
    Fabricated fantasies fade,
    and fear dominates our lives.

    Jennifer Rae | 03.25.2020

  • my_purple_journal 3w

    I sit upon my idle hands.
    The devil may not play
    any longer.
    He's a lover
    and a goner,
    and he thinks I can't refuse
    being seduced by the devil.
    We reveled in our revelations,
    adoration, and consummation
    of years of friendship and love
    right before you dumped me
    into a stark desolation.
    Tears tumbled onto shards
    of my shattered heart.
    You were the last person
    I could ever ponder
    to play the villain's part,
    but then again it's not an act
    when you come back
    thinking I'm healed,
    and every fucking force of nature
    summons every single feel
    I have ever felt for you;
    my idle hands touch
    your wicked, wanton flesh,
    enmeshed in our unbreakable vibe.
    My eyes fly open,
    and you're not by my side.
    Fabricated fantasies fade,
    and fear dominates our lives.

    Jennifer Rae | 03.25.2020

  • my_purple_journal 3w

    Once, she believed that
    fairytales were formed
    of magic and fate,
    but she soon despised
    their lengthy lies.
    She discovered that her
    imagination, her plans,
    and her own hands
    digging deep into the earth
    would lead her to achieve
    her wildest dreams
    through the hardest of work
    and the actualization of
    her own self-worth.

    Jennifer Rae | 02.25.21

  • my_purple_journal 7w

    Tattoos are places
    for tracing with tongues,
    lips, and fingers;
    they are places
    for our bodies to linger
    upon decadent flesh
    for which our cravings
    may never be fully subdued
    (I will never consume enough of you.)

    Jennifer Rae | 02.25.21

  • my_purple_journal 8w

    Let us take a knife
    and cut the world in two.
    They can have that half,
    and this half is for
    just me and you.
    Here, we can be naked
    of both our clothes
    and our outer shells,
    and finding heaven next to you
    makes me forget the flames of hell.
    Here, there is no distance,
    no depression,
    and no strife,
    and cutting open coconuts
    is the only need for a knife.

    Jennifer Rae | 02.16.21

  • my_purple_journal 9w

    Like their quickly discarded clothing
    lying crumpled across the room,
    their tangled limbs and dewey skin
    are quite the vision in violet with
    fifty shades of love and lavender
    rolling across them like thunder
    over and under, highlighting
    and shading them within
    and without the velvety hues
    of lover's nightfall.

    Jennifer Rae | 02.09.21

  • my_purple_journal 9w

    While shopping, I instinctively touch everything, indulging my senses, often without realizing what I'm doing until
    my fingers graze soft flannel, and I freeze. Memories flood my mind and I'm transported to a time of "almost". I was so close to running away, but I'm not like you. I bought it, wore it with nothing else, and tied my hair into a ponytail as requested. What's hotter than some random ass fantasy is the confidence built up further in me by accepting lessons as blessin's. This may be my "progress picture" outfit. Fuel for the fire, baby.

    Jennifer Rae | 02.03.21

  • my_purple_journal 10w

    The stretch of her roots
    is as tall as her boots (the
    kind made for walking
    the fuck away from you.)

    Jennifer Rae | 02.03.21

  • my_purple_journal 10w

    Phone calls are the bane
    of my existence, but you
    are the exception.
    Connections like this,
    this magic, should be held close,
    but you just went ghost
    just to reappear
    when I've let you go the most.
    Do you remember
    when you said you wouldn't run?
    Lies fly so easy
    from you, tell me, is it fun?
    Hang up. We are done.

    Jennifer Rae | 01.28.21