Sweet Nothings
written by: Jackie Figueroa
Was it a game?
The way you talked me up.
Whispers of destiny, and fate –
Synonyms and sighs, to a fault.
And fools remain fools,
Time after time,
Lessons survived,
Never to be learned.
Those claims of grandeur,
That bled color into my nights,
Now fade into memory,
Each of black and of white.
The jester calls,
“Come one, come all – ”
Watch how sweet nothings,
Become nothing at all.
Jackie Figueroa is a writer of emotional cartography, tracing the lines between heartbreak and healing with honesty and care. Her work blends memory, melancholy, and meaning into verses that linger quietly. She writes not to be heard, but to be understood — by anyone who has ever loved too much, hurt too deeply, or stood frozen at the edge of what almost was.
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