Writing Prompt

You met me so fresh to the world Full of hope and possibility I liked everything about you I liked your voice, your cadence The way you looked down at me as you took off your watch before we made love But was it love? Only love could be that free And maybe that’s how we were meant to be Always free with each other, no expections Yet I was wrapped around that hook We must have known each other in another life Maybe you were sent up north to meet me
We’re still in each other’s lives in a way Through photos, likes and views I remember the last time I looked your way You were lighting a cigarette in my rear view mirror Right before that I told you, ‘I don’t know if I’ll see you again’ You said, ‘that’s the way it is sometimes’ So maybe in the next life sometime

I am greeted before the Styx The ferryman’s barren gaze may bear sympathy in hindsight Nevertheless it’s duty fulfilled And I am delivered where I deemed love lay waiting

It was bliss upon arrival My soul wrapped in your diffused warmth Before you ever knew I had came, dancing in the Sirens song.

I was ignorant to the ferryman’s silent warning Ignorant to my displaced presence Ignorant to a telegraphed fate Ignoring all signs pointing elsewhere

Mortal bodies were not made to embrace your raw warmth Just visages of your love were fierce enough to burn me up Before I am turnt to ash I shall return to the heavens

You embraced my cold, rigid heart. My inevitable future of disarray. Stole my glimpse mid air and held on tight. A feeling so fleeting. Feeling your warmth amongst my cold skin, forcing me to let you in. Trying to fix a hole that couldn’t be plugged, the sun doesn’t always stay. I want to love you but there isn’t any room. You loved me so fiercely that I burned; now you’ll only be left with ashes. My heart in your hand as you fade away to just memories. You loved me whole and I loved you with all my soul. With my whole soul, but not enough to fill the hole. Left with the ash upon your feet, how does one flee?

I thought love was like a flame Blinding at best And absent in time At the will of soft breath A closed door Or a brighter light

I think now, It’s more like an ocean’s tide Temperate and shifting Bending and lifting A constant In a world as fickle as this

burn out the lights turn to ashes From dust to bloom A pillar A plight Bathe in the pain Wash away Into the moonlit haze the quiet ache

I loved you so fiercely that I burned; now, I am only left with ashes.

And if those ashes were the only thing I had left, I would sweep them into a box, put a bow on it, give it to you and sign it:

from, your love.

“Stop speaking in your stupid metaphors!” he yelled. “You loved me just so you could blackmail me. Why should I trust you. You are stupid, ignorant, and possibly the most toxic person I have ever met.” “Yet you still loved me,” he responded. “Have you ever noticed how an assassin gets to used to using poison that she doesn’t realize when it gets snuck in her drink. That is the exact way this relationship works.”

As my sparkle slowly stop shining. Becoming like a light bulb but burnt out. Remembering how my heart was on fire. All the love and reassurance became fire and a beautiful sparkle. Now what is it? You burned me deeply. And I will never accept your apology for my ashes I have from you. I will never accept the flames and scars I have from you. Turning me into a complete different person. Ashes I have from you? Will never light back up.

I am a moth circling a flame, Drawn to what destroys me. My wings burn in anguish, Caught in a tango of desire and pain. Each flicker pulls me closer, Yet the heat sears through my being, A bittersweet embrace, I chase the light, knowing the end. Still, I spiral, unable to resist, The beauty of the blaze, The allure of my own demise.

you loved me so fiercely that I burned so now all you have is ashes

you kissed me with a deep passion that cut through me like a tipped blade

your hands held me tight like a murders grip on a prays neck

I always toppled over from your aggressive moves

you wanted more more more and it put a filter on my vision

you never physically hurt me you love me, you did

but your love was shown in passionate ways heavy kisses up my neck, closeness of our bodies, always pressing forward

I took it all because I love you, I did

our love well, was it really ours?

you pulled me in and pressed me forward

but to nothing it didn't approve always something I could do, but you did it a little harder than I thought

you burned my skin with your intiment love so all you have is my loving ashes

and maybe that's for the best yes I love you, I did

but the love I need, the love that will last is soft, is gentle, is sweet, is pure, is kind, is beautiful, is slow

so yes, I love you, I did I just need a different type of love

so goodbye my once love

you were amazing discovery of what I really needed.