We said it so many times we called it 10%, because it felt like “I love you” was 10% of all we say to each other. Every day, I love you, I love you, I love you, a balm I’ll never grow tired of but, underneath it all, became a noose around your neck. We’ll stick to easy games; no tag, no red rover, no hopscotch, nothing that involves touching or thinking about you. Finger painting, maybe, that’s an activity we can do together now that cuddling and sex are off the table. My best friend has a sex painting. … Read the rest
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forget about it
Sunday morning. This was once my favorite time of week, the lazy Sunday morning that would unfold into whatever we desired. It was the magic morning, it was the morning I could almost count on rolling into your arms and then you rolling on top of me. But now? Forget about it.
I thought you were my kindred spirit. I thought you were my moon and stars. I
thought you meant it when you said you’d always love me and never leave me,
but that was so stupid of me to believe. I thought you were my skin twin, I … Read the rest
a lucky shot in the dark
i think of my life sometimes
in the context of Tswift lyrics:
“we never had a shotgun shot in the dark” to
“we are a shot in the darkest dark” to
“august sipped away like a bottle of wine –
’cause you were never mine”
yet, look – here you are next to me
on the couch having coffee every morning
here are your boxer briefs i wash and fold
with my heart full of love and feeling lucky
because i get to be the one to fold your underwear
how easy, how comfortable, how perfect it can be
the … Read the rest
perfect for me
If I think hard about it,
you are perfect.
You bring everything
to the table
and offer everything
that I want.
You are dependable.
No matter what, or when,
or with who, you always
provide the same comfort,
the same sweetness
that brings me peace.
You make me melt,
you make me feel addicted,
like I have to clutch you
in my hot, hot hands
to keep you mine
to keep you you
before you’re gone.
When you enter me
there is a shock of sweetness –
sugar, plain and simple.
But the longer you linger,
the more delicious you … Read the rest
The best thing I’ve ever found
WordPress asks today:
The most important invention in your lifetime is…
and a shrill voice in my mind screams:
“Modern indoor plumbing!”
but then I considered, well, that wasn’t invented in my lifetime.
I am lucky enough to have been able to enjoy cleaning my butt with toilet paper and flushing it away my whole life, so that doesn’t count.
Well, the next answer was obvious to me:
The Internet.
I have a horrible memory.
I don’t remember core moments of my life like a normal person does.
I don’t remember the first time I ever got my period, I … Read the rest
delay
It’s been nearly
five years
and I’ve grown
weary
waiting for you,
but you said
the end is near,
the delay
almost over,
so in a few days
I’ll be making room
on a particular finger.
I’ll be as ready
as I’ve been
for nearly five years.
There’s nothing I want
more than us.
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just be honest
all I ever wanted
all I ever needed
all I ever asked for
was your love,
your time,
and your respect
what I really needed
(what I still need)
is to believe every word
that falls from the only lips
I want to kiss
for the rest of my life
I need that
I deserve that
I hope I get that
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in our veins
the pressure has always been high
in our imperfectly perfect relationship –
sometimes it felt like it would only take
the smallest little poke to make
this whole thing fall to pieces
but i feel your love in my artieries
pumping into my heart, and then out
farther – we would live forever
if we covered the whole world
with all the love that’s in our veins
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I miss my friend
The plane ticket would be $347, one way
The bedroom would be small and uncomfortable
The significant other would be annoying
There may be the possibility of
encountering wild boar, again.
But I miss you
and (if I could)
I’d pay any price
to see your smile
to hear your laugh
and just be with you
doing absolutely nothing
just like those days we always used to love.
Inspired by the Writer’s Write October prompts | photo by me