If love were on sale
I’d buy a whole ton of it.
Don’t be offended.
Today’s poetry prompt words were: love, on sale, and offended.
This isn’t a time out,
this is an end,
and I know now
it’s coming, soon.
We don’t need a
critical analysis or
more digging down
into our psyches to know
that we’ve gone
as far as we can go.
It’s not as easy as
sweeping the past
under a rug and hoping
to forget the mess.
What’s left here will linger.
What’s left here will poke
at my tortured heart
long, long after you’re gone.
Today’s poetry prompt words were: time out, critical analysis, and sweeping.
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If only things
had worked out
the way I’d wished they would
We’d be opening gifts and
taking photos in front of
our first Christmas tree
But now I wish you
weren’t here, and instead
I’m planning my exit strategy.
Today’s poetry prompt words were: if only, dinner, and exit strategy.
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It’s Christmas Eve.
I wish more than ever
that this wasn’t happening.
I wish we could have lived
a life together from the start,
like you had with her,
like I’ll never have
with anyone.
I wish you were like your dad
who kept walking past your mom
to see her through a window while
she worked, and he wouldn’t
give up on her, he’d never give up.
Our love, if you could call it that,
went up and down like the
elevators your father worked on.
You said elevators can’t really crash
like they do in the movies, but… Read the rest
I wanted to be a part of your family at the Fourth of July picnic that’s crazy like a circus, at your sister’s table on holidays, by your side on Christmas morning. I had dreams of all of these things in my life, and now I look past tomorrow and see nothing but darkness. I’m spaced out in shock, still not wanting to accept it’s over, regarding re-entry into real life as an assault, because how do I live without you? How I go days without talking to you? I won’t be going to your niece’s wedding next year. I … Read the rest
