Indie Jansons

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Indie Jansons

That June

That June I cried into new spaces I didn’t know existed.

The Boozy Addict And The Clueless Provider

I dream of you often. You move your hand to my forearm, and I am almost incapacitated in a whirlwind of religious fervor. You are the Notre Dame Cathedral, and I am a hopeless gothic admirer.

We’re Just Savage Self Savers

It sounds overdosed, but after many internal repetitions, I’ve convinced myself that perhaps if humans stare into one another’s eyes for long enough, we’ll know how long our matters have known one another.

There Is Always With You

I miss watching you fall out of love with me because then there was you. I miss sobbing on the cold church floor, praying for God to wake up from his nap because then, at least, then there was you. 

I Never Meant To Push Everyone Away

When I lie awake in bed at night, I stare at the ceiling and tally how many people I wish I wouldn’t have pushed away, and the answer is too high to count. So I just lie in the midnight, hearing only sobs and church choirs and glass breaking and big bangs and silence.