Danni Jackson

I’m a writer
I have a pen in my hand
I’m in the air
And I don’t want to land

We wrote our pages
We kept writing our story

I could hold you while you shake and be there when you break.

My entire body froze.

And now I need something real.

I think that’s how he saw me – as something beautiful and intriguing that he wanted to play with only after he pulled me apart.

Our love was ephemeral, yet it’s invisible force still exists within me.