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She’s headstrong and stubborn and fierce and thorough. There may be times when she will drive you mad but she fights and argues for what she believes is right. When she stops fighting, she stops caring, and your hope is lost.
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You might not remember. But I remember, I remember it all. The last time you kissed me, the last time you said I love you, the last time you opened your heart to me, the last time things were normal, the last time I cried, the last time I wrote to you in the letter you won’t read. I’m not saying any of it was final, I never say never but it hasn’t happened in a long time and the truth is my heart is too soft for someone who comes and goes. So here I am, almost left and almost done, and there you are, almost here and almost gone, and none of it is enough for me, as much as I’d like it to be. My heart is strong but it needs more than what you’re giving. So pretty soon I’ll stop taking half finished intentions and thoughts. Stop trying if it’s too much. Don’t give me half love. I’d rather have none than not enough.
wind-some-light, writing prompt #67: write about an almost relationship, which broke your heart
I’m stuck in the space between heartache and heartbreak.
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You shouldn’t have given me a chance to second guess.
wind-some-light, writing prompt #65: write a ten-word-story
You once sang me sweet love songs from your chest to my forehead Every melody your heart played seeped into my soul And when our breath mixed together I thought it was a golden choir This was the symphony you had written for me to hear Little did I know that it was just Improvised It seemed right in the moment, but you would go back and change it If you could Even though I thought it was good I had thought through my parts and played them with confidence I had hoped you had done at least the same But you only muddled through well So I couldn’t tell You had just made up those tunes Rushed and confused And when the music stopped, I kept on, thinking you would catch up But you wouldn’t resume, you missed the pick up It’s not that I thought you wouldn’t mess up But, you just stopped Turned it off This wasn’t the song I was thinking of Now the last notes ring out in a dissonance That will soon settle into stillness Into absence Into numbness Now my heart is an empty concert hall That was opened for a too short performance Now all that remains is silence
wind-some-light, writing prompt #7: write about silence
The thing about heartbreak is, it makes even the good parts hurt.
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Don’t mistake my self-control for ignorance.
wind-some-light // six word story
People talk about love like it’s bubblegum on the tip of your tongue a hit from a cool new drug the chorus in your favorite pop song But it’s more like hydrochloric acid for your cotton candy souls it’s a five inch drill bit through my left collar bone it’s five hundred flood lights, after a dim room it’s fire sparked by the friction between my blood and the walls of my veins as it races through my body at the speed of sound a lightning lullaby that burns my ears and some still wonder what reason I have to fear
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