COMPETITION PROMPT

Write a story centered around the theme of 'Cold hearted'.

Don’t Buy Me Flowers

I don't want you to buy me flowers,

I want you to deal with your trauma,

To quiet your ego

And figure out where you stand

In absence of comparison to someone else.

Must you always break yourself against everyone else

Just to prove you are solid?


I didn't expect eternal bliss,

Butterflies and roses forever.

I didn't expect to feel complete.

But it shouldn't feel like early morning headaches,

Acid reflux burning in my throat,

Late night drives to nowhere,

Nine a.m. Vodka tonics just to get through the day.

That twisting, stabbing feeling in my stomach

Telling me this will never change.


It should've felt like warmth,

Lazy Sunday mornings cuddled on the couch,

A hot rosewater bath after a long day.

Like meeting up with an old friend

Or coming home for Christmas.


Instead it's always felt like living

Out my life with a stranger,

Being the unwanted guest who stays

Long after the party is over.

Like I've written my own ransom note

And no one has plans to ever meet those demands.

If I could write an addendum at the bottom

And give it to my past, young stupid self,

It would read: RUN, go now and never look back.

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