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
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the cracks
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.
Photo by M U K E S H D A R A B A K U L A on Unsplash
against all odds
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
we’re going down
There was nothing in the world
that I ever wanted more
than to feel what it was
like in your arms.
Now, I feel invisible,
not that I don’t matter,
just that I don’t matter to you.
We’ve always lived
in house of cards and
now the walls are crumbling.
Today’s poetry prompt words were: nothing else, invisible, and cards.
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disappear me
Get me out of here has been on my mind quite a bit these days. The urge to just get up and run out the door. I wouldn’t take a thing. Bags unpacked, purse abandoned, phone smashed, I’d run.
I’d speed down the highway heading west, hitting the low shoulders as I pass on the right, I’m in too much of a hurry for rules, as I’ve always been, and now it’s time to live my life.
But first, I have to find it.
Who the fuck am I?
Who the fuck am I to think I can just run … Read the rest
the killer
I feel like both the boat and the iceberg at once, the killer and the to be killed.
The killer didn’t know it was doing anything wrong. The killer was at peace in its ocean, hiding. You know, when they say “it’s just the tip of the iceberg” means you only see a little bit of the malice.
But then the boat comes, and with no slowing and no flexibility, she careens into the iceberg, breaking this peaceful beast to pieces.
It didn’t matter if the boat tried to take last minute extreme measures.
The iceberg was always there, and … Read the rest
just another closed book
You wondered why I’d become so comfortable with not cuddling as much, not hugging as much, and I said it’s because now I can count on you like clockwork to be here, to come home to this bed.
Had I known the time was coming when your affection would be doled out in limited supply, I would have taken more when I had the chance. I would have held your hand on the couch every day. I would have rested my hand on your leg as you were driving, I would have hugged you from behind as you stood and … Read the rest