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A Long Good Bye

I wish there was a period at the end of our sentence.

It would mean closure.

But you placed a comma mid sentence which means this story continues.

A semi-colon when you talk is a pause too long.

A colon starts a run of complaints, excuses, broken promises and threats.

Our tale simmers towards the end with a question mark.

I guess uncertainty is what our future holds.

Grieving for a person while they are alive.

Time will erase you first, and then I.

This is the way it is.

This is the way it should never have been.

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This Thing Called Delusion

Loneliness made me crave you.

And this inconvenience called a relationship.

Now I laugh.

At myself.

For my stupidity.

For my greeness.

To realize that I’ve been kissing a delusion all this time.

And to think that your kisses were like a postcard from Spain.

Your stink like an Hallmark envelope unfurling.

A message for me to taste.

I laugh at myself.

To think I could get a Happy Ending with a person like you.

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Loaded

You made a dick move.

Now it’s my turn.

I’ve blown into the chamber and eyed it hard.

6 chambers so loaded.

Now I’ve cocked it.

I’m taking my aim.

And just fired a question at you.

— Do you still love me?

I watch you — freeze, stutter, whimper and lick your lips.

I fire 5 more.

— Do you still love us?

— Do you dare leave now?

— Was it a him?

— Was it a her?

— Will you let me kiss you Good Bye?

I watch you take a knee to the floor.

Answer-less.

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Algo

I saw you on my Samsung screen.

I swiped right.

You swiped left.

You didn’t want to see me.

Algorithms don’t care about us.

The algorithms don’t care about me loving you.

That’s why I went and held someone else’s lips with mine.

Yesterday’s pleasure, which was designed to forget you, was supposed to be a happy memory.

Yesterday’s pleasure is my regret today.