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Love
was supposed to mean
holy matrimony
and not
despising
the body next to you.
Love
wasn't meant to be
broken promises,
lying
about if it's a friends house
or your current affair.
Love
shouldn't withstand this -
and it sure as hell wouldn't -
if we (i) could try
honesty.
1.
Scurry to lock the door.
Toy-of-the-week has arrived.
Cover Barbies eyes.
We're doing thing she and Ken
could only dream about.
I'm plastic and you're
perfectly chiseled to fit
my plastic dreams.
Rush out the window.
Put the ring back on.
Return to the kitchen.
Cover up sex with Chanel.
["You seem happier."]
("I met up with a friend.")
2.
Bottles
of alcohol
beging to clutter
the floors of the office.
Cigar
slipped between finger and
trigger.
Escape.
Sweet escape in the arms
of cheap booze and tobacco.
Survive one more night,
one more lie.
This is what suburbias about,
right?
3.
Crack of a whip.
Bruises to show.
Love games can only
go so far before it's
the same thing you're
running away from.
And I refuse to hear
and say any 'I love you's
that aren't required by
certificates and law.
Turtlenecks, sweaters.
Hide every bite mark.
["It's the middle of summer."]
("You forgot I ran cold.")
4.
Pleading
with the boss.
A chance at
promotion,
and bringing in
more.
Materialistic,
impulsive,
and raw.
Greatness
will make my
little bitch
stay.
5.
Slip out the back door.
Walk of shame, come hither.
Another night at a club.
Another time getting dumped
by friends who think that this
is what life is all about and that
being alone with strange men
fixes us.
And who am I
to judge each of their
promiscious decisions
when I am the driving cause
of my (sex drive) ruined
marriage and abandoned
spouse.
Guilt. Swallow it.
Don't choke.
["You're crying again."]
("I need a doctor.")
6.
Papers.
Sign there,
initial here.
The end
was imminent.
Try to be
strong.
Instead be
weak
when your tears cascade.
And for once
you admit to the cause.
Tear the papers
in two.
Give in?
Give up?
Give in.
You could
never
play her games as well as you
believed.
7.
Wrinkle of sheets.
Turn away.
Knowing I won
a war I never
cared deeply for.
Especially when we
aren't worth fighting for.
You're not young and clean and
seventeen and I'm still hot
and wild and stuck in my teens.
You grew up and I whored up.
I loathe you.
I love you.
I simply adore you.
You hate me.
You need me.
You all but desire me.
We're worthless.
We're a wreck.
We're both completely distressed.
["I'm moving out."]
("I'm moving on.")
I got a prompt to write about a specific affair or marriage.
This can be about anyone or any gender. I tried not to specify anything.
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"Conditional Love" at it's finest. Few will experience real love in this life....
I did once... but it was most likely one sided. I may never know.
Some say there are but only 3 kinds of love in this world.
I've experienced 4.