I was once told that when you love someone, to you, they’re the most beautiful thing in the world. That gave me hope, and now it will give me comfort the first time I take my clothes off in front of a new man. Not that I really think or expect any new man to love me, but I still need to get laid either way. So for now I am not a beautiful or loved thing. All the love I ever had can be spoken now in past tense. The present is talking freedom and second, third, and millionth chances. I am alone in the world, and will reinvent myself, rebuild my life, and I will be okay. It’s just figuring out how to get there that puzzles me. I’m not sure of the mechanics of things when it comes to living a good life. 

Today’s poetry prompt words were: the most beautiful thing in the world, past tense, and mechanics. 

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