{another scar on my heart}

{another scar on my heart} love and let love, for time will tell, I’m glad you didn’t up being, another scar on my heart. –e.l. jayne

{lovelorn}

{lovelorn} my fingertips rest upon the maple syrup jar, I have never learned to exist, but rather to remain inside myself, and that’s not something to dismiss, most people are used to walking, with blindfolds on their feet. –e.l. jayne

{she who cried wolf}

{she who cried wolf} to be yours or to be mine, to surrender to a love so divine, just to be excluded in the end anyways by my own self. in my defense, i have none. –e.l. jayne

{untitled poem III}

a heartbreak a success, a heartbreaker a success, who is the real winner, between the lover and the loveless?

{temporary}

at the first sign of trouble,
why am I so quick to jump ship

{reminiscent}

Under the luxurious light of a full moon,  He unscrewed the cork of a pristine chianti wine.   His face was an oxymoron,  The same bright blonde hair he had as a boy, Now with a face where you could feel the stories his wrinkles told.   He had come to understand, It’s okay to love two…