When you say you don’t want this, I don’t believe you. I mean, I believe you wish you’d never had this, but now that you do, this is what you want to keep. It’s been so long now, you don’t feel at home in the world anymore, just here with me – and I don’t bite, I swear. Not if you love me. Not if you promise to love me, and stay with me forever.
Today’s poetry prompt words were: I don’t believe you, it’s been so long, and bite.
Image created in Gemini by me – I am enjoying … Read the rest
Everyone experiences the freefall once in their life, I would hope. I would hope that everyone knows what it feels like when their heart explodes in love and turns to gooey mush inside them. There’s a particular feeling of safety and satisfaction when you know you’re loved and cared for, but beware. This love is not a trophy, because love is not a game to be played and won. But remember, too, it shouldn’t be a fight; it shouldn’t be something you have to scrimp and save to be able to afford. True love is not spent or stolen. True … Read the rest
If I could remake the world I’d start with childhood and I’d keep it a lot longer. School won’t be about memorizing things, but about receiving the navigation we need to go out and be good humans in the world. If we’re late we won’t be called delinquent, we will be called dreamers who took a little bit too long staring at the sky or smelling a flower on the way. I have a whole list of things I would do to transform this world into a place where people are actually happy to be. The margin of error can’t … Read the rest
You wondered why I’d become so comfortable with not cuddling as much, not hugging as much, and I said it’s because now I can count on you like clockwork to be here, to come home to this bed.
Had I known the time was coming when your affection would be doled out in limited supply, I would have taken more when I had the chance. I would have held your hand on the couch every day. I would have rested my hand on your leg as you were driving, I would have hugged you from behind as you stood and … Read the rest
Right now the agony of knowing we don’t have a future outweighs whatever it is I could cherish as a wonderful memory of our 50 months together.
The anger that you let me believe for 50 months that we might have forever eclipses all the rest, and sadly makes me wonder whether I would have been better off if I’d never even met you.
I don’t want to have to hate you, and I don’t want to forget you, but I want to be able to go forward without wanting to go back, and I can’t do that if I … Read the rest
Like it or not, four years ago I thought I had my last first kiss and now I hope like hell that I was wrong and I didn’t.
Like it or not, I thought you were the one, but no one who loves me as much as I want to be loved would treat me the way you treated me, would they?
Like it or not, I have to do this all over again with someone else, and every man I meet I am going to compare to you, and I’m going to wish you just could have been different…just … Read the rest
I heard that they tried as hard as they could but he just couldn’t let go of the past.
I heard that they tried as hard as they could but she was too insecure and jealous.
I heard it took them too long to figure out that no matter how much you love someone and want to make it work, life isn’t fair, and love is never enough.
This was written in response to Maya Stein’s Tri-Writing prompt: In 3 lines, start a rumor.
You should have taught us about debt and why we shouldn’t start using credit cards upon graduating high school when all those offers come in the mail, you should have taught us how and why it’s so important to vote in local elections, you should have at the very least taught us how to change a fucking tire.
You should have taught us to save more money and why it’s important to take better care of our teeth, how to file our taxes, and choose insurance without being swindled; you shouldn’t have sent us out into the world until we … Read the rest
Mix one part of staying home from work with taking two small naps and laying on the couch all day eating candy and junk food.
Blend well with exactly one gallon of tears and approximately 50 text messages to your best friend, without much comfort returned despite her trying, and then stir in a viewing of Bridget Jones’s Diary because she makes you feel better about yourself and more hopeful for life in general.
Apply liberally to the skin as often as necessary, take extra time to rub harder on the places where you’ll miss his touch the most – … Read the rest
