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.

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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)

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.