Danni Jackson

When words lose their meaning.

I have had a long relationship with Maybe

Music and Sex.

I miss you in eleven ways.

Although I went to be alone I woke up with the sheets kicked off and pillows on the floor that paint a picture of how I danced in my dreams.

And that’s what we were. Two self-destructive souls with hearts of gold.

I came to the retreat to try to be a better person. Mary came to give people the impression that she could actually be a better person.

Acknowledge that the past cannot be changed
That nothing in life is constant
But that some things can be changed
You can change your mind

Self-hate
Red Wine
Cigarettes
I became the part of you
That I was trying to save

I am an open book
With pages covered in stains

My artist will not starve.

We met at that concert dancing
Kissing with the same repetition 

It is me because I am not ready
I am still damaged
Still hurt
To let you in

Can’t you feel me?

Never leave a stone unturned
Always follow your heart
Even if it ends up a little more broken

The days where you took your love away
When I could feel myself losing air
Letting go of everything inside
And just as I would be close to empty

You are Blue
I am Yellow
They won’t figure us out

I know the feeling of heartbreak
I know it so well