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 … Read the rest

Lord knows you’re the more
level-headed one, but I
glimpse the cracks in you.

Today’s poetry prompt words were: Lord knows, level-headed, and glimpse.

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That we even met was against all odds, despite my name being there in the trees in the town where you lived. You drove by my name for years — “It’s a sign!” — but now the trees are dead, and will soon be gone.

I swear to myself I’ll be picky in chasing the new love of my life, swear to myself that next time I won’t compromise on my needs. I’ve been doing somersaults to just get you to want me; it’s backbreaking work, and I’d like to be done now.

It hurts to not feel … Read the rest