Most people don’t mean what they tell you, they can look into your eyes and lie as easy as taking a breath in and pushing it out. You won’t trust anyone again, no man, no friend, no co-worker, even your siblings are sus. And this is what you get for living life in the fast lane, for being wild, for feeling more than just a little bit free to do whatever you want, and being completely wrong. So go on dreaming of the backyard family picnics, the rocking chairs on the porch close enough for you to hold hands, going to bed and waking up every morning in the arms of the man you love. It’s just a dream now, and a dream it will stay. You have no hope it will be real anymore.

Today’s poetry prompt words were: what they tell you, fast lane, and backyard.

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