Wishes

in this battle of the sexes
the language is cursive versus printing
eloquently spoken needs
applauded with neanderthal provisions

it’s not a women against men fight
but rather
one bruised person
dealing with the wounds of another

a battle where the piercing of softness
elicites a stiffness in gait
shuttering their ability
to walk, to breathe, to exist

it sounds almost incomprehensible
two lives are at stake
that are relatively comfortable
yet fragile but sane and psychotic

when past realities dominate
where fantasies indeed came true
yet the present doesn’t match
the picture of who they are now

it’s almost like wishing upon a star…

Reblog – The page that mattered

Was it because she knew they weren’t a match, was he just not her type, or was she fiercely independent? Turns out she friend-zoned him!

Playing with words

like a book she could
read him with an utmost ease
he loved being read
she skimmed through but deftly skipped
the page where the heart speaks words

July Writing Prompts

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Patient

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Game of Thrones

In my moments of “you’re just too busy”
I’m waiting.

Your agenda is keeping you engrossed.
I’m waiting.

Interests pulling you away.
I’m waiting.

Mandatory manly needs more important at the moment.
I’m waiting.

Just an occasional shout-out would even feel ok.
I’m waiting.

Your work, so fucking important.
I’m waiting.

Your real duty, so obvious.
I’m waiting.

But I’m the needy one.
I’m the crazy one.
The demanding one.
Too fucking sad you got stuck with this woman’s impatience.
You lament.

She’s beyond caring what your reaction may be.

#growthefuckup