Thoughts

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I didn’t give you permission

To treat me like a stranger

I never thought you would

Turn away from me

**

I didn’t give my consent

To have you change my life

I never thought you could

Leave me in such disarray

**

I didn’t give any approval

Of these lonely endless nights

I never thought you were the type

To put me on a shelf in the back

**

I didn’t give my authorization

To disrespect me so much

I now think that you did

Throw out the best of us


Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – consent

No Longer

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An ingrate is a person ungrateful.  I don’t want to be an ingrate; I don’t want to be ungrateful.  I want to be thankful for all that has been given to me.  But I also want to acknowledge what I don’t need…

Your degrading tone

You treating me as fragile

You ignoring me

You badgering me

You avoiding me

You not validating what I do

You not appreciating me

Basically I no longer need you


Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – ingrate

Falling Free

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People always talk

About falling in love

But what about the other side

What about falling out of love

Do you get too comfortable

Too expectant of each other

Take each other for granted

No longer overlooking

Those annoying little flaws

Bitterness sneaking in

On the edge of hating

And anger under the surface

Resenting the lost years

Then the hitting of rock bottom

When the damage is done

And goodbyes are all that is left


Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – falling

I Think I’m Alone Now

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She put the car into forward and pulled down the street.  Turning the corner, she headed for the highway.  She was stressed and so frustrated.  She hit the city limits and accelerated to 55 MPH.  Looking ahead of her there was only one car in the distance and no cars in the rearview mirror.  She took a deep breath and let out a blood curdling scream for as loud and as long as she could.  Then she smiled.

It wasn’t a big smile, just the smallest hint of one hitting the corner of her mouth.  She was finally free.  It had been a frustrating day with him moving out, but it was done and over and she had the keys back to her house… she could finally relax and not feel so alone while with people who ignored her.  She could find a little peace and solitude in the time she was alone now.  Not conflict and frustrations.

She turned the car around at the next turn and drove back into town.  She would grab a coffee at the local shop and then go to her home and for the first time in a long time, feel at peace.


Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – forward

Can You Hear Me Now

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I dropped a hint

As big as the problems

That we are having

But still you didn’t see it

I confronted you

With the flat-out truth

About our situation

But it fell on deaf ears

I tried to save us

By explaining the issues

That appeared over time

But all hope was lost

…I said goodbye today


Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – hint

He Said, She Said

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He said he was sorry
Then he did it again

He said he would stop
But it started again

He said what do you want
And she sighed with doubts

     “No matter what I say
     You will turn it around
     And exacerbate the problem
     It will never be easy
     Much less tolerable”

           …They stopped talking yesterday

Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – exacerbate

moving on

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the house is empty except

a few boxes scattered about

only a couple of pieces

of unwanted furniture

are left behind

half of a lifetime

was taken away

all that is left

is the discarded pieces

of the life i wanted

and the lonely echoes

of our last goodbyes


Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – lonely

Maybe

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are you sure

do you really

believe that lie

what he said

same old story

likely won’t change

stand up tall

believe in yourself

face the truth

he doesn’t care

he is lost

you have hope

future looks clear

maybe new love

maybe another dream

maybe at peace

finally freed heart


Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – sure

There Has To Be A Way

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I loved him

I thought he felt the same

We had our differences

But there was always a way

A way to reach each other

And hang onto the last vestiges of our love

But with a word or two

He killed what was left

With his careless and callous ways

Striking me down to a mess of emotions

Crying for what once was

And praying it was only a nightmare


Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – vestige