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
Don’t believe in the
chemistry, it will not last.
Think of your future.
Get back in that waiting room
and be patient for your love.
Today’s poetry prompt words were: believe, chemistry, and waiting room.
I’ll say again – my boyfriend and I are not broken or breaking up, but poets, you know it, sometimes you go deeper into the well of yourself and pull out what hurts. Like putting it on the page, getting it out there eases it somehow, cause you’re sharing the load with others.
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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
If I were in the upside-down
of course it would be formidable,
of course I would be reaching for
your hand to hold in the dark,
but what would I find?
You’ve shed your old self
at least twice over, and you
feel the need again to come out
revived, another brand new you,
and that’s also alarming.
Who will you be?
Will you choose to be a single man
living alone the rest of his life, a
hermit who lives for the needs of others
and doesn’t think enough of himself
to let himself be loved?
Will you like … Read the rest
It’s time to go, I think, but there’s nothing I can do, there’s nowhere I can go. This little house is our house, not just my house anymore. Three other souls are home here, and why should there be a switch because I can’t get my shit together? I wake early now, much earlier than you, to do the things you used to do like pace the floors and weep. I am praying that someday soon these words will take a turn for the better, that I’ll find out someday whether I can write poetry when I’m happy. For … Read the rest
Touching you was once an afterthought, it just came as naturally as breathing. If you were within reach, I felt the urge to reach for you. I wanted to stretch out my arm so my finger could have a chance to touch your skin, your sleeve, your back as you walk away. It’s been a slow change, this horizontal move away from me. You’re still here but inching further away. Your hugs don’t last as long, or your cuddles. Your kisses aren’t as long and passionate. You won’t hold me every day like you used to. Where are you going? … Read the rest
