Interesting choice, deciding after all this time that maybe you’d rather be alone. This is fine, I tell myself. I’m tired of treading water with you. I’ve been the most patient person the world’s ever seen, when I make excuses for why, after all this time, you won’t marry me. Nothing to see here, I think, as other couples walk past us in restaurants. When do we go out that we don’t spend just a little bit of time resenting each other? We can barely dine in public without making a scene. This isn’t fine, I tell myself now. I’d like to say “Gimme my boyfriend back!” like a petulant child, but now you’re the petulant child, and who wants to live with that?

Today’s poetry prompt words were: interesting choice, nothing to see here, and gimme.

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