Lustful,
as it may seem -
I do love you, for you
I want more than your body.
But, that was all you were giving and I took it
I looked to the future in hopes of a changed you.
That is why I stayed.
Something, just a flicker -
A moment of motivation to saves this whole mess!
But no - here we are again.
Empty bottles on the night stand.
And yet you have no shame.
I would argue but you wouldn’t remember the next day.
I would shout but it would only hurt my voice.
In a way, I am in love with your addictions too.
About the author
Zay Keyz
Short story writer from Oklahoma. Thankful for the opportunity to be read.
Telltime
Every summer, I make a wish. I blow the seeds off a dandelion stem and ask them to germinate in my yard. I know the neighbours hate it, suburban byproducts that they are. But I watch and wait as the seeds take and the stalks grow, leaves flaring around them like so many arms hungry for the sun. As they mature, I prepare myself for the inevitable feast to come.
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