Love // A Prompt

We spent summer afternoons laughing our lungs out on the playground of your town’s elementary school

Those same nights spent trying not to get heat stroke in your poorly air conditioned room, with as many fans as we could muster

The first time we called ourselves a pair, our hands fit awkwardly together

Hearts thumping hard enough to break through ribs but trying to hide our feelings in front of all the people who so badly wanted this to happen

We danced around “I love you” for far too long to some people but it felt just long enough for us

Winter nights we spent in a snowy wonderland, snuggling up to each other for warmth

We grew into each other and the love we had bloomed

Love knows when two people who are meant for each other

We felt comfort in each other’s presence, not always needing words but just a gentle brush of skin or meeting of eyes across a room

Sharing jokes between facial expressions and gestures

As much as I hate to admit, he was home

The spring I tore myself away is still vivid in my memory

The sights, smells, the way the air felt

I didn’t want to admit how afraid I was that he might be the one

And that was the worst mistake I ever made

We both admit we still love each other

It’s just finding the path back to our love and watering it until it blossoms again

via Daily Prompt: Blossom


Reality of Love

People talk of love like it’s a walk through a field of daisies

But love is like swallowing poison

Love is like dying without being buried 6 feet under

It whisks you off your feet in a dance you’ve never seen before

Love is telling yourself not to get too attached

Because if they leave you’ll have nothing but the memories creaking through your house

Love is painful

It’s unconditionally giving pieces of you to someone who may not stay

It’s giving someone everything you have and still feeling like it’s not enough

You want the person happy if it means destroying yourself

You only want what’s best for them


I wish the chorus of our laughter still filled the night sky of humid summertime

It’s been 3 years and I still feel your fingers lacing through mine

I still feel your hands wandering the hills and valleys of my body

It’s so hard to see you and not be kissing you happy

If we meet again another day

In another life

I hope you choose me

I will always choose you