Six years is a long time, and forever was so close I could smell it. It smelled like the salty sea wind, and funky fermentation, and piles of nachos and poutine. And, oh, campfires. The smell of smoke, of things going up in flames, will always remind me of you. We tried, but the opposing forces were stronger than us. No matter how many times you told me that all we needed was love, it turns out I loved you too much. I will never have another love like this again, and that’s a good thing. I want a love that is exciting, fun, and comfortable. You only gave me anxiety, pain, and resentment. So take your space, all the space you need, you’ll have all the time for it, too. You need time to focus on the walk home, wherever you might find a new home someday. Good luck.

Today’s poetry prompt words were: so close I could smell it, opposing forces, and the walk home.

It’s so funny cause for day’s I’ve said “I know these poems are sad but we really aren’t breaking up!”

Except we are breaking up. I broke it up. I said “I am done, I don’t want to do this anymore, I’m done.”

Am I scared of the future without someone by my side? Fuck yes.

Am I relieved that it won’t be him? Oh, fuck yes.

Is my poetry going to kick more ass than usually going forward? Probably.

I sure hope so.