I don’t know how much
longer I can sleep in a bed
where the left side is cold.
But every night, I follow you down
the path to my dreams, where my
heart feels whole once more.
And as time pulls me back
to the morning light,
I watch these old wounds
bleed all over again.
If tears were balms,
I would’ve healed by now,
and I could finally give you a name.
I would call you my downfall,
my regret, my love.
*Inspired by the prompts:
Gor #brokenheartaug18 Hosted by @whispersofbrokenheart
For #augustloveheals18 Hosted by @serenadingwinds And @gigis_thoughts_
The minute our hands
brushed, I know he has
woken the wolf in my heart.
Half tender, half wild, the
way devotion and adventure
are always intertwined. We
would love and leave, yet
hunger for more, we would
wander and roam, but he
is my steadfast home.
*For #augustfalls18 hosted by @breath_words_ and @a_sea_of_words_.
I’m immune to the
cacophony of closing
doors and fading steps.
It’s the silence that
I can’t bear, the stillness
*Double Haiku: cacophony
For day 7 of #augunfiltered
Remember the last time we were together?
I didn’t want to take any pictures
of us because I didn’t want to have
anything to remember you by. It’s not
like it matters. I wouldn’t have a
reason to show it to anyone except to say –
this is what my heartbreak looks like.
In my mind, I like to think of him
as “lost,” because his body is not in
my bed. I know, I know, it doesn’t
work that way. The memories
of him don’t fade in the way
consolations like to tell us –
“he is always there, in your heart.”
Because good god, it is a burden
to know that he lingers, when
I would rather lose my body too,
if it meant it did not ache for him.
For #augustloveheals18 hosted by @serenadingwinds and @gigis_thoughts_
Also for things you want to say to an ex
For day 5 of #augunfiltered
I explore his erogenous zones
like a deft explorer charting my own
personal map, shamelessly unfolding
the mysteries of his body, saving to memory
every unheard grunt and moan to be
revisited when my wanderlust strikes.
I am a world traveler, and he is my world.
I haven’t woken up next to him yet,
but god I crave his good morning
mumbled into the coolness
of my pillowcase.
*How do you say good morning in your language?
Here lies Marie –
a warrior, woman, wanderer.
She died hoping there was still enough
magic left in the universe to make words
reach light years and constellations,
the way suns of other galaxies shine
long after they die, telling the story
of one ancient star who once had a
dalliance with words until it was
finally her time to journey to the
slow, glimmering brevity of sunsets.
*Prompt: Here lies… / Dalliance for #augunfiltered
Sometimes I wonder,
when I kiss you, if
the universe caressed
your name against its
tongue, and only
meaning to me.
In lieu of my upcoming book, I’ve decided to start the writing challenge August Unfiltered. The aim is to come up with pieces that bares your soul, using the prompts provided. I’ve included some of my favorite words, and some poetry forms to keep your creative juices flowing.
Don’t forget to tag me @thenotionoflove and use the hastag #augunfiltered.
I’ll do my best to post daily favorites in my story.
Hope you’re up for the challenge!!
Book coming 🔜