I am never going to do this again, I chant to myself as I try to block out thoughts of what might have been.
I am never again letting him convince me that “this time it will be different” because it’s never different, nothing ever changes, not even the words he says and the things he does to try to get me back.
I am never going back.
This was written in response to Maya Stein’s Tri-Writing prompt: I am always / I am never…
You tell me how much you love me and want to spend the rest of your life with me, but then your conscience creeps up on you and you run as fast as you can in the other direction.
You sprint back, promising it will be all it was before and more, better than before, because you know what you want now and you’ll never leave me again.
I give you another chance, we have a great weekend, and then things spiral downward until the cycle repeats…because we’re trapped in it.
This was written in response to Maya Stein’s Tri-Writing prompt: Write 3 lines about a pattern you’ve noticed – in yourself, in someone else, or in an environment or circumstance you’ve been privy to.
May you be ignored whenever you text someone.
May you thanklessly plunge toilets, purge refrigerators, and scrub spit out of sinks among other things that aren’t your responsibility.
May a shark pursue you in open water every day for the rest of your life.
This was written in response to Maya Stein’s Tri-Writing prompt: Invent 3 new curses OR 3 new blessings.
Things are hard – harder than they’ve been in ages.
But I’m patient, I’m dedicated, and I’m not giving up.
When people ask me how I got through these years I’ll tell them, It was my deep inner strength, and they won’t believe me but I’ll smile at them anyway because at least I know it’s true.
This was written in response to Maya Stein’s Tri-Writing prompt: What are your favorite tools? Tell us in 3 lines.
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 still wished we could have made it work.
This was written in response to Maya Stein’s Tri-Writing prompt: Fast forward or Rewind
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