The gamble in relationships

I hate it when you use words like “let’s try” or “we’ll take it slow.”

As if we haven’t already screwed each other up, as if we don’t
have scars, scorch marks and blood beneath our fingernails.

Romanticizing forever like we didn’t know the
sulfur taste of the abyss, as intimately, as infinitely,
like each and every hope that has drowned to it.

Love should not be a gamble to see
which of us is the most breakable.

#bemymuse30 as requested by @mrs.wyatt17.

Abyss, scar – for #poember josted by @rojobosque and @siracusabg.

Almost

There is nothing romantic about a love
that used to be, a love that happened,
and then ended, just like everything else
in the world. People often romanticize
tragedy, like the kiss that almost was,
the “maybe” that could have been but
will remain a “what if” forever. There
is nothing beautiful about something
that once was, but died. Ended. Failed.

#bemymuse 9, as requested by @kerflooey_

Eviternity

I talk too much when I’m with him.
At night, in bed, I say things I might not say
if we were clothed and my fingers were not
laced through his and the sun was hovering
over my shoulder and casting a harsh light
on my words.

Here in the dark, where we two comprise
the entirety of the universe, where everything
seems right and eviternity seems possible,
I think too little and I talk too much.

For  #bemymuse 3, as requested by @maespoetry

Art from the amazing gallery of @maria_uve_,

Eviternity –  ARCHAIC•LITERARY – eternal existence; everlasting duration. (google)

Cyberdance

I suppose it had to come to this.
We do this awkward cyber dance,
sending the occasional email or
text, digital Im-thinking-of-you’s,
when all we really want is to hear
each other’s laugh, touch each
other’s skin, and kiss each other’s
lips like it was yesterday,
like you meant forever
and not a goodbye.

Joy

Neither of us believe in forever,
but we believe in each other, in
stringing todays, and in appreciating
life’s little joys. That’s enough.

Eternity

How do you fit eternity in 1 month,
knowing that is all the time we have left?
It’s like a countdown to my death.

Tragedy

There is nothing romantic about a love that used to be, a love that happened, and then ended, just like everything else in the world. People often romanticize tragedy, like the kiss that almost was, the “maybe” that could have been but will remain a “what if” forever. There is nothing beautiful about something that once was, but died. Disappeared. Ended. Failed.

Bury me in 2 coffins

Bury me in 2 coffins for 2 halves of my heart.
One for the one I want to love forever,
and another for the one I never should’ve loved.

 

2 coffins

Bury me in 2 coffins for 2 halves of my heart. One for the one I want to love forever, and another for the one I never should’ve loved.