Writing Prompt

I held my boy My sweet baby brother

I had to promise him That his Bea would not go And I would not be stolen

It hurts Because the one who stole me Was myself Every single time

I was walking down the aisle With a bouquet of yellow roses When they started to wilt The closer we got to the altar—

My feet started to tremble And my knees wobbled. I was sixteen again And my insides were made of jelly.

The boy with the broken spirit Begs me to love him. And, foolishly, I’ve been an overwatered garden And love flourishes in the deepest hollows of my being.

I poured him a tall glass of whiskey As if to sterilize the festering wound consuming his organs, A black cancer spread Over the sheets of our marital bed.

I kissed him with gunpowder on my lips And crafted my words into silver bullets. I wrote him a fort to keep shelter in But the bricks were made of sand And with each thunderous sweep, I plagued him to another ten years with me.

My crystal ball predicted solitude for miles. He saw his reflection turn withered and gray While mine stayed effervescent—

I set him free To sow his wild oats. His wings were attached to my strings For no easy escape.

I smiled with the future gleaming on my teeth, Stopping him dead in his tracks. He looked back for just a moment And broke his neck—

Met the same fate as Lot’s wife. No pilars of salt Only a mangled starling on the concrete—

An omen for the inevitable shattering.

Until death comes knocking for what it is owed, Let the dust stay dust And settle.

shattered trust broken heart hurtful past dreading doom tired eyes crying out endless nights painful rues

I can’t believe it, how could she? Bruises, cuts, all over me. No apology, no sorry.

I try to forget, really try. I try hard not to, but I cry. I try to make my words flow now, But my poetry is dead, left me.

I wept for my words, not my hurt, I used to write my problems down, Flowing, syllables, symmetry, simple, Now my words are stuck, gone, missing.

I write things down, they rhyme for sure, None of them flow. No symmetry. It’s not simple any more for me. It’s broken, I’m broken. I’m alone. No words as companions for me. I’m broken down and I’m alone

He said trust me, I’ll keep you safe. I’ll protect you and never let you go. He promised and promised, so many broken promises. He told me I was his one in a million, that I saved him. But how could I have saved him when I was barely saving myself? I trusted him, I trusted him with my life. To keep safe and warm at night. He broke so many promises, cut me off from the people I cherished the most. I lost 8 valuable months with my father. The joke though, is on them. The day I awoke from my slumber, I saw all the red flags. I saw his game and his wicked smile. His true colours appeared the day my daddy earned his wings.

So really, in the end, my trust was broken but I woke up and realised my mistakes. I owned up to them all and in turn, I found my faith. It never left, it was just hidden for too long. Despite all this, I stood tall and straightened my crown, in the end you see, I was the one who really won.

I built my life upon your lies Trusting you hurts more Then you'll realize

I loved you more than I loved life I cared too much

I held you so high
I wanted to be like you

How to sing so beautiful
How to smile so brightly Your laugh is beautiful

I didn't realize the shadow you cast The songs you sang in the morning Became a warning you were slipping

You stopped smiling a real smile

I can tell the pain behind your laugh The way you avoid our parents like the plague

The way you never respond Until anxiety sets in

The way you sent a sherif To the house after saying I will find someone to help you

The way you lied in saying To them that you were a stranger

It hurt more then the danger You thought I was in

But now my trust is shattered I just wanted to be accepted

Now I feel rejected, tell me Did you mean what you said

The way you said I love you Or was that a lie too?

Trama stays around me I loved you so fondly

Now I am scared of who I am Overthinking things of ways it could go

Tell me are you happy? Because you burned our love in a flame

And now I can’t even say your name All I can say is I loved you

Writers note if you comment on this I probably won’t see it it took me months to pour emotions into this and I am mentally drained from it

the water is still and smooth in the pool and the bee floats gracefully wings waterlogged, pollen drifting away but it breaks, ripples, splashes- as children, laughing, jump in and the bee is swept away, away down the drain

and oh, the octopus holds a knife in each hand but the cat scoffs, you’re one short but the cat is curious, too curious and the octopus has done its job well and the cat is swept away, away out to sea

but oh, the night is silent and dark and the people are careless stumbling far from streetlights shadows lurking in alleyways and the body is swept away, away up to the sky

_moriturism __(n.)- a tiny jolt of awareness that someday you will die _

The day I met you, I thought I could trust you, I could put my world in your hands, And you wouldn’t change a thing about it, Even if you really wanted to, But I was very wrong about that. Knowing you made me realize, That you can’t trust anyone, Not even the people you trust with your life, Trusting someone takes a lot of time, And when you ruin it, It takes even more time to fix it, And now I don’t even know if I can trust you ever, Especially after what you did, I will never forgive you for breaking the trust we had for each other

It’s funny you know That you fucked up my life And you won’t let me move on Hissed in all my friends ears Hissed how much of a bitch I was Since obviously anyone who sets boundaries is sensitive And being sensitive is being a bitch So now its a new year New kids I’m trying to make friends with So why the fuck are you hissing in their ears too? I gave up last year You won I restarted But I can't I can’t if you keep spreading your venom What did I even do I know you hate me But why? I don’t know It’s just funny

Trust is like a plastic cup The more you play with it The more damaged it gets The less it can hold