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let’s keep dreaming

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Before we spent hundreds of sleepovers together, there were games of musical chairs and run rover; we were children together. We were awkward adolescents tent camping in your backyard so your parents wouldn’t bother us, we peed in the woods, we used your tennis rackets to see if we could swat bats out of the sky. Youth was effortless, wasn’t it? We used to dream about the future like it was this exciting place we’d finally get to someday – adulthood! And now here we are, and look at us. The greatest joke between us is that all we do … Read the rest

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but i am sorry

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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
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vanilla

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The things that used to scare me were the ideas that I was under private investigation, or I would be ambushed, or I would be punched in the face.

Now, I’m scared that my life is being wasted one day at a time while the things that are second nature to me are banished from my existence.

I always knew you were vanilla, but I never thought you would be cold.

Today’s poetry prompt words were: private investigation, second nature, and vanilla.

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against all odds

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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.

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