When you say you don’t want this, I don’t believe you. I mean, I believe you wish you’d never had this, but now that you do, this is what you want to keep. It’s been so long now, you don’t feel at home in the world anymore, just here with me – and I don’t bite, I swear. Not if you love me. Not if you promise to love me, and stay with me forever.
Today’s poetry prompt words were: I don’t believe you, it’s been so long, and bite.
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It’s not right that you’ve done this to me, that you’ve strung me along for years, that you will continue to do this as long as I let you. Maybe I’m the dim-witted one here, for staying when maybe I should go, for settling for less than I want because I’m afraid I won’t find more. Yellow like a coward and the dandelions that fly away in the slightest breeze, like you and me.
Today’s poetry prompt words were: it’s not right, dim-witted, and yellow.
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We’re not out of the woods yet
but I feel like we’re getting closer
to the edge of reality, to the place
where we can be together without
any one else’s bad juju.
And if we can’t just be
left alone, on our own,
maybe we’ll steal a pickup truck
and maps from a gas station
(if they even still have maps)
and I’d get in and look
at you and I would say:
Go west, babe. Go west.
Today’s poetry prompt words were: out of the woods, pickup, and maps.
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Make no mistake,
I want this to work out with you,
I want you to be the one
sitting beside me, dueling recliners,
holding hands like you said
you wanted once, when things
weren’t exactly more simple, but
were at least less hard.
But look at how many
milestones we’ve reached together,
how many birthdays and
anniversaries and 4th of July picnics,
all of the breweries and beers,
all of the camping, so, campfires,
and sleeping outside in our tent,
the home we literally built together,
even if it was just for one weekend.
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Remember being bright
and shiny and full of hope,
with a love just like new
even though it had been a year?
Those are the days I miss,
that I paid close attention to
as they were flying by – did you?
We built a love on shaky beams
and have to trust the poor carpentry,
but I will trust it – as much as I trust you.
Today’s poetry prompt words were: just like new, flying, and carpentry.
