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by Jordan Green
chill, calm, completely complacent
my makeup seems to convey
but mom, she knows me better,
then i’ll ever try to say
she says sometimes sweetly
that it all will be okay
not sure whether to believe her
or whether to look away
falling, fleeing, faltering
in a nightmarish decay
won’t peek between my fingers
to see my last doomsday
painting pretense pictures
each and every day
until I find my true muse
somehow, some where, some way
by Jordan Green
Why does it have to be one way or another
why does it have to be now or never
can’t we just be the best friends of all
can’t you just be the friend that I call
I have never been able to understand why
you’re so devoted to me and why
it’s so hard to give me up and why
I’d rather run away and you’d rather die
nothing has answered these questions of why
why does this have to be hard and why
do I feel guilt and freedom at the same time
and love and compassion will never combine.