The repugnant stench
Of indifference hits me
And I can’t help but wonder
What about the words of regret
Where was the sense of loss
I though you said this is not what you wanted
Are you really not saying one word
Nice to know I was not worth fighting for
At least not to you
But to someone I will be worth the fight
They will respect me and show concern
Which is only part of what
You didn’t know how to do
Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – repugnant
I need to get through this
I need to make it to the other side
No matter how bad it hurts
Sometimes the right things do
I steady my resolve
And swallow hard
Take a deep breath
The time for the end draws near
My nerves are rattled
And there is no turning back now
I look at you one last time
And we quietly say our goodbyes
Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – resolve
Like a fissure in the ground
After a massive earthquake
You shook me to my breaking point
And I am left alone and damaged
But I can rebuild and find my confidence
I am getting stronger every day
And certainly more independent
With you gone I feel a weight lifted
Tomorrow once again holds hope
The future has recovery and love around the corner
All I have to do is walk the broken ground to find it
Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – fissure
He has done it again
And with next to no effort
Quashed my hopes
By ignoring me again
We used to interact
We used to share
But now the world has become
All about him and
He can’t be bothered with others
Maybe that was always him
Maybe I just didn’t see it
But I am beyond playing games
Life is about me too
And I am seeing this through to
The end
Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – quash
I knew what I wanted to do the minute I saw this, and I will get to that but first. My life has been to the extremes. I have had my high points and my lows. Some people would think this was a low point as I am no longer in a relationship with my boyfriend of nearly ten years, but I feel a definite freedom and weight off of my shoulders. I had been extremely isolated while he was actually here, but he was too busy with a million other things. It was time to put me first. And this past weekend he and his mom left to a small two-bedroom apartment.
So, now I wait for the extremes of depression and anxiety to hit. I had a lot of high anxiety levers during the pack and leave, but it has been wonderful these last couple of days. I know the lows of depression will come though and I am doing all I can to keep them at bay. I have a wonderful support group of family and friends who have been there for me.
Tomorrow will be a stressful day as they come back to (hopefully) get all the rest of their stuff they left behind. Then I will totally free.
Maybe if he had listened to this song and taken notes things would have been different… but I doubt it. What I thought of first when I saw the prompt… the band Extreme with one of my favorite rock ballads, “More Than Words.”
Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – extreme
She rested her head by putting her forehead in her hand. It had been a long day and he was endlessly droning on about something she had absolutely no interest in. She wasn’t trying to be rude it was just about the tenth time he had told this particular story.
She was thinking about how soon it would be over. She had asked him to move out and he had already found an apartment to rent. It’s not that she stopped loving him, it was more a case of shock over how little he had matured as the years went on. Sometimes she felt like she was with a toddler who just wouldn’t listen. He had heard her when she asked him to leave. He tried to do some of the things she asked but it proved to be way too little and just too late.
She now sat down in her chair to … well, to do whatever she wanted. The possibilities were endless without restrictions to tie her down.
Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – forehead
You ask me what time it is
“It’s late.”
Is my reply
You ask me if I’m tried
“It’s late.”
Again I speak
You ask me why I am so quiet
“It’s late.”
Is all I say
You ask if you can do something
“It’s too late.”
I say with tears
…
You ask just one more question
Is it time to say goodbye
“Later.”
Is all I say
Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – late
Even love is not perfect
The emotion can be fallible
Two lovers try to be as one
But life can get in the way
Problems and stresses
Outsiders and haters
All chip away at the relationship
Until the two have lost their way
And nothing is left behind
Except tears and pain
Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – fallible
Let’s keep it simple
No highfalutin words
No sugar coating
Just stripped down to the basics
Tell me the truth
A one-word answer
Yes or no
Do I still matter to you
I feel ignored
You barely touch me
You don’t show affections
Just a quick kiss hello and goodbye
Tell me straight out
A one-word answer
Yes or no
Do I still matter to you
You matter to me
But I will set you free
If you no longer
Want to be with me
Tell me the truth
A one-word answer
Yes or no
Do I still matter to you
Do I still matter at all
Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – highfalutin
If it was up to me
We’d need no referee
To divide our things
When to your love I cling
You want to walk out
So much that you shout
“It’s over, goodbye!”
Now I sit here and cry
Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – referee
Leigha Robbins 