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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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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