the pressure has always been high
in our imperfectly perfect relationship –
sometimes it felt like it would only take
the smallest little poke to make
this whole thing fall to pieces
but i feel your love in my artieries
pumping into my heart, and then out
farther – we would live forever
if we covered the whole world
with all the love that’s in our veins
Inspired by the Writer’s Write October prompts | photo edited by me in Canva
The plane ticket would be $347, one way
The bedroom would be small and uncomfortable
The significant other would be annoying
There may be the possibility of
encountering wild boar, again.
But I miss you
and (if I could)
I’d pay any price
to see your smile
to hear your laugh
and just be with you
doing absolutely nothing
just like those days we always used to love.
Inspired by the Writer’s Write October prompts | photo by me
I talk a lot about
not being willing
to set myself on fire
to keep another person warm
but I’ve never talked about
getting thrown in your ocean
and tossed around in the waves
pummeled with walls of water
you’re supposed to be transparent
but you hit like a brick wall
call the calvary,
I’m coming home anyway
Inspired by the Writer’s Write October prompts | Photo by Hush Naidoo Jade Photography
I should be able
to stand behind you,
feeling your strength
as you defend us til death
I should be able
to fall to pieces and
feel nothing but the comfort
of the promise that you’ll stay
Instead, I cower and wonder
what fresh hell
you’ll bring to me next,
packaged up with
a tag that says “love”
Instead, I cower
and wonder
what’s next?
I cower and wish
I could make myself
so small I disappear
so you don’t have the chance
to hurt me anymore
Inspired by the Writer’s Write October prompts | Photo by Juan Pablo Serrano
If I could do just one thing –
if someone asked me:
“What would you do
if you could do anything?”
I’d run.
I’d pack a light bag and run.
I would leave work one day
and I just wouldn’t go home.
Instead, I’d drive to an airport,
pick a place with palm trees and sun,
and I would run.
I would disappear, poof!
Like magic, she’s there one moment
and she’s gone the next.
I want to go
where no one will ever find me.
I want to run off into the sunset
and never be seen or heard from again.
I don’t want a single person
looking for me, needing me,
wanting me, or coming after me.
I will run
like a thief in the night
and in the darkness no one
will be able to see
how widely I’m smiling,
how happy I am
to finally be free.
Inspired by the Writer’s Write October prompts | Photo by Andrea Piacquadio
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