the pressure has always been high
in our imperfectly perfect relationship –
sometimes it felt like it would only take
the smallest little poke to make
this whole thing fall to pieces
but i feel your love in my artieries
pumping into my heart, and then out
farther – we would live forever
if we covered the whole world
with all the love that’s in our veins
Inspired by the Writer’s Write October prompts | photo edited by me in Canva
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
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
This is not the club
I ever wanted to belong to.
I have nothing against
childless cat ladies; sometimes
I think they’re the lucky ones
if all they have to be
responsible for in life
is their feline friends.
I never wanted to be
in the single mom club
or the forever a fat girl club
or “the ones with serious daddy issues” club.
I didn’t sign up to be
stuck living this life
so afraid I’ll die
from the loneliness,
from the acute and
stinging lack of companionship.
Precious few humans
will be able to die saying
they got … Read the rest
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