Make no mistake, 
I want this to work out with you,
I want you to be the one
sitting beside me, dueling recliners,
holding hands like you said
you wanted once, when things
weren’t exactly more simple, but
were at least less hard. 

But look at how many
milestones we’ve reached together,
how many birthdays and
anniversaries and 4th of July picnics,
all of the breweries and beers,
all of the camping, so, campfires,
and sleeping outside in our tent,
the home we literally built together,
even if it was just for one weekend.

Things might be murky and they’ve… Read the rest

Don’t leave me.
Please don’t leave me,
I’ve begged these words before,
not proud, but not shamed,
I need you here.

Please don’t leave me.
Please think of all the good times,
when we laughed and loved each other
so much we made people sick.

You can’t leave me.
I wouldn’t know how to go on
without you, I can’t even breathe
when you’re not here, I’m choked,
unable to speak or cry.

I won’t let you leave me.
I will beg and guilt and manipulate,
I will promise, I will swear, I will
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Remember being bright
and shiny and full of hope,
with a love just like new
even though it had been a year? 

Those are the days I miss,
that I paid close attention to
as they were flying by – did you?

We built a love on shaky beams
and have to trust the poor carpentry,
but I will trust it – as much as I trust you.

Today’s poetry prompt words were: just like new, flying, and carpentry.

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Instantly, without warning, nostalgia hit like a bus.

The doors of the atrium, into the commons, I remember the cacophony of shoes and shouts, the smell of culinary class’s pizza, the feeling of excitement for a new day.

This is where we kissed outside the office for the first time.

This is where I accidentally outed my crush to my crush.

This was where I struggled with Algebra.

But this is where I sang.

This is where my voice lifted and lifted me into the rafters, voices like bells and drums perfectly aligned with the world, as they should be.… Read the rest

Tell me again how you love me. Tell me again how because you love me, I’m the most beautiful woman in the world. You could tell me anything and I’d follow you to hear more of your voice. I’d follow you down backroads, into busy city streets, off bridges just to find you if I lost you. So I cherish every look, every word, every touch, and most of all, that homemade cocoon we make each night wrapped in each others arms, holding on tight until sleep.

Today’s poetry prompt words were: tell me again, backroads, and homemade. 

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