i want a whole new life,
everything but this.
if you put it all
under the microscope
you wouldn’t see life
you’d see death.
there’s no use for
a risk assessment.
the gambles have
all been bet and
the house already won.
Today’s poetry prompt words were: everything but this, under the microscope, and risk assessment.
Six years is a long time, and forever was so close I could smell it. It smelled like the salty sea wind, and funky fermentation, and piles of nachos and poutine. And, oh, campfires. The smell of smoke, of things going up in flames, will always remind me of you. We tried, but the opposing forces were stronger than us. No matter how many times you told me that all we needed was love, it turns out I loved you too much. I will never have another love like this again, and that’s a good thing. I want a love … Read the rest
You are going to remember this years from now,
a night that felt like any other, and everything
seemed okay but wasn’t.
It’ll happen when you realize too late you’re
in too deep and you’re drowning before you ever
meet the waves. So, farewell,
my finest friend, because what we thought
was electricity was really our anxiety amplified
and in the end, neither of us could take it.
Today’s poetry prompt words were: remember this, in too deep, and electricity.
I just want to say, yes, I have been writing lots of sad poetry that suggests a breakup is happening … Read the rest
I remember the day in a brewery you glanced at your hand and said with surprise, “Look, the indentation from my ring is gone,” and I thought finally, because I had been waiting for that to go away.
That fucking thing, that fucking ring, was the thing that hurt me most. That symbol of a broken promise still lingering on your skin longer after the pressure was off.
What happens after I find out you put it back on because you miss her, that life, that ring? My heart breaks and we break, and there’s no surprise in … Read the rest
where were we when things fell apart?
i missed it, i guess, the moment
that we went from we to
what we used to be
whatever it is you need
i can’t give it to you
and i have never been
more sorry, i’ve never
wanted more to be
someone different, and better
i know us and know
an ultimatum is coming
i just don’t know from
which one of us and
i think it’s 50/50
we will break each other
just like we always do
i’ll be sitting somewhere
crying while you pack
boxes and run back and
forth … Read the rest
Interesting choice, deciding after all this time that maybe you’d rather be alone. This is fine, I tell myself. I’m tired of treading water with you. I’ve been the most patient person the world’s ever seen, when I make excuses for why, after all this time, you won’t marry me. Nothing to see here, I think, as other couples walk past us in restaurants. When do we go out that we don’t spend just a little bit of time resenting each other? We can barely dine in public without making a scene. This isn’t fine, I tell myself now. … Read the rest
the end of love comes slowly like the cold breeze from the window, creeping up until you find yourself frozen. stuck. and it hurts more than usual because you’ve had that love for years and years, but if you ignore someone long enough, they stop caring about wanting to be seen by you. they won’t care if you see them anymore. they’ll want someone else to look and be enthralled, like you once were, remember? if you could construct a house in your mind, a restoration of the place you felt most loved and happy in this life, the house … Read the rest
neither of us were ever good,
and neither of us had anything
but bad intentions, and maybe
at the very least, decency, but
even that could be argued.
he was no summit to reach
or prize to win, but i can see
how people might see otherwise,
and it doesn’t matter whether
i say it or not because no one
will ever believe that i am sorry
i am sorry
but we’re always in bed together
by 10 o’clock and he does all the
dishes and i do all the laundry and
somehow this is life now, like
i never … Read the rest
