I want to be loved so I try to be you then I realize what I see in you is in the mirror looking back at me.
JEN HOLLYI want to be loved so I try to be you then I realize what I see in you is in the mirror looking back at me.
JEN HOLLYBeneath this skin beneath these bones beneath this blood I exist.
JEN HOLLYThe shelter is where I am when I am with myself.
JEN HOLLYYou sucked all my love and all of me through your hollow straw I wish I had known there was nothing on the other side.
JEN HOLLYWhat gives in letting go is so much better than what stays with holding on.
JEN HOLLYMy heart is my muse my blood is my ink my pain is my pen my words are my healing.
JEN HOLLYFriendships exist in the fluctuations between acceptance and rejection.
JEN HOLLYOur lives are now changed forced a new we start again it’s all we can do.
JEN HOLLYI remind myself what I desire in another is myself undiscovered.
JEN HOLLYMy eyes, finally conscious of the truth that is, now see unclouded.
JEN HOLLYThrough poems, I speak the language of my soul and the emotions of my body onto paper.
JEN HOLLYAs I unfolded my hand she took my palm her eyes narrowed on the heart line and I knew by the look in my eyes I would always be heartbroken.
JEN HOLLYYou shine bright but not everyone can handle the light don’t dim down from the rebound.
JEN HOLLYBeing an empath is a gift – at the same time, you also carry the weight of the world.
JEN HOLLYWhy do I paint a happy face every single holiday when they are a stinging reminder of what and who is absent.
JEN HOLLYThis is a poem about love its absence is merely an optical illusion.
JEN HOLLY