I talk a lot about
not being willing
to set myself on fire
to keep another person warm
but I’ve never talked about
getting thrown in your ocean
and tossed around in the waves
pummeled with walls of water
you’re supposed to be transparent
but you hit like a brick wall
call the calvary,
I’m coming home anyway
Inspired by the Writer’s Write October prompts | Photo by Hush Naidoo Jade Photography
I should be able
to stand behind you,
feeling your strength
as you defend us til death
I should be able
to fall to pieces and
feel nothing but the comfort
of the promise that you’ll stay
Instead, I cower and wonder
what fresh hell
you’ll bring to me next,
packaged up with
a tag that says “love”
Instead, I cower
and wonder
what’s next?
I cower and wish
I could make myself
so small I disappear
so you don’t have the chance
to hurt me anymore
Inspired by the Writer’s Write October prompts | Photo by Juan Pablo Serrano
If I could do just one thing –
if someone asked me:
“What would you do
if you could do anything?”
I’d run.
I’d pack a light bag and run.
I would leave work one day
and I just wouldn’t go home.
Instead, I’d drive to an airport,
pick a place with palm trees and sun,
and I would run.
I would disappear, poof!
Like magic, she’s there one moment
and she’s gone the next.
I want to go
where no one will ever find me.
I want to run off into the sunset
and never be seen or heard … Read the rest
I didn’t want
to wake up today
It’s not that
I wanted to die, but
I just wish I could
skip this day
every year
I’ll fight every hour
many times over
to stop myself
from imagining
one of the worst
things imaginable
My grandfather
who I loved more
than I will love
any other man
in my whole life
Died alone
in a hospital
in 2020 when
no one was allowed
to be with him
How could
the greatest man
who ever lived
have such a sad
undignified death?
I hope he knew
how much I loved him
how … Read the rest
this morning
when I woke up alone again
for the sixth saturday in a row
I wanted so much
to reach out and call you
I felt the gaping
hole in my heart
that you used to fill
and it felt so hollow,
and cold, and broken
but I want
the man you used to be
or at least
the man I thought you used to be
before I found out how often and
how easily you lie
i wanted to
give you another chance
but then I remembered
you lie to me
you hurt me
and every time
you … Read the rest
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