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you were meant for me, but you were meant for her too

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We shouldn’t have met,
is what I am thinking now
and I know it’s not what you
would ever want to hear, and
it’s not something I ever
thought I would honestly say, but
I’m starting to think it’s true.

I thought I was meant for you.

I thought you were meant for me and
that we would have a long road
laid out before us – a whole
entire future life together –
when we could be a family.

When I could finally say that you’re mine.

But possession is 9/10ths of the law
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Judgement Day

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When the people hear our story
they might only get one side.

They might only hear what I say,
which for a while will probably
not be anything nice.

They will not blame me.

When I go before the prosecutor
I will answer them truthfully:
“Yes, he told me he loved me every day.”
“Yes, he told me he would never leave me.”
“No, I did not believe him.”

Then when I speak for the defense
I will tell them truths as well:
“No, I haven’t trusted him for years.”
“Sure, I wanted to, but I shouldn’t have.”
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I’ve been tired for almost two years

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I woke up at 5:30 this morning, which I try to do every day that I work my day job.

See how I said “work my day job”?

Maybe if I keep telling myself it’s just my day job, I will once again be able to tell people with confidence that I am a writer.

A writer who has barely written or shared anything she’s written in years, besides snippets of poetry and prose catered to prompts.

Not that I’m complaining about writing prompts, I love writing prompts. They get me writing faster and with more speed and enthusiasm than … Read the rest

We are never ever ever ever…

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I am never going to do this again, I chant to myself as I try to block out thoughts of what might have been.

I am never again letting him convince me that “this time it will be different” because it’s never different, nothing ever changes, not even the words he says and the things he does to try to get me back.

I am never going back.

This was written in response to Maya Stein’s Tri-Writing prompt: I am always / I am never…

souvenirs

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“Look here, it’s a relic from the Last Times,” the puppet said, holding out the object in its jointed, jangly hand.

“Well, what is it? What does it do?”

“It doesn’t matter because I don’t know,” the puppet said, pulling its hand away, “And there’s no one left to tell us.”

This was written in response to Maya Stein’s Tri-Writing prompt: What is this object? Tell us its purpose in 3 lines.