If I’m gonna be drunk
Taylor swift
might as well be drunk in love.
when I found you
it was so easy to
get addicted
to your sweet words and
your interest
it felt like taking a drink
after years of a well
being left to sit dry
but as God as my witness
even if I don’t believe
not even a sip of this love
is worth the pain you leave
cut me off
call me a cab
you’ll never know
all the love we could have had
Inspired by the Writer’s Write October prompts | Photo by someone … Read the rest
You must draw a line somewhere,
mark the spot of no return –
if someone crosses your boundary
you have to be able to say:
“Look, I showed you.
I told you what would happen
if you didn’t start respecting me.”
It’s your job to decide
what you will and will not
tolerate, even from the people
you have always loved the most.
When you’re broken and
still breaking, go to the ocean.
Remember that salt water
is the cure for everything.
Take off your shoes and socks
and wiggle your toes in the sand
before you start walking.
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You were the most gentle friend.
You were not comforting, but
your skin and hair and body were soft,
smooth, soothing to the touch.
You never seemed to understand
what you were doing wrong
until you had already done it,
and as much as you want to please,
you more often end up fumbling
to find an excuse for the things you do
and worse, the things you don’t do.
Pivot, I said.
If you don’t change things,
if we can’t change things between us,
if we can’t turn them around and
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We shouldn’t have met,
is what I am thinking now
and I know it’s not what you
would ever want to hear, and
it’s not something I ever
thought I would honestly say, but
I’m starting to think it’s true.
I thought I was meant for you.
I thought you were meant for me and
that we would have a long road
laid out before us – a whole
entire future life together –
when we could be a family.
When I could finally say that you’re mine.
But possession is 9/10ths of the law
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When the people hear our story
they might only get one side.
They might only hear what I say,
which for a while will probably
not be anything nice.
They will not blame me.
When I go before the prosecutor
I will answer them truthfully:
“Yes, he told me he loved me every day.”
“Yes, he told me he would never leave me.”
“No, I did not believe him.”
Then when I speak for the defense
I will tell them truths as well:
“No, I haven’t trusted him for years.”
“Sure, I wanted to, but I shouldn’t have.”
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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.
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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.
