You made me a promise
I was the fool
When everyone said you'd leave
I believed your lies
They said your kind never stay
I fought hard to be the one
To hold you down
I could never keep you
Lord knows I tried
Maybe I hoped too long
Searched so hard this felt real
I could finally take a breath
I thought this was rest
Guess I was wrong to assume
You sure did fool me
Taught my heart to believe
Learned to love again
Give my heart away
I regret nothing
I live with the consequences of my actions
I chose you, I did this
I want to say you hurt me
But that's not true
I hurt me by letting you in
I'll be kind to me now
You had your chance
Now it's my turn
To love and to live
To be my own reason for living
I owe this to you
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Esther Ami
Words are powerful and it matters how we use them. I use my words to build and impact, I use my words to lift and inspire. I am a words-person, I love words.
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Clinging to Childhood
The playground is empty, as it should be past sundown. There is a warm breeze, and I can see everything despite the late hour. What time is it, anyway? It could very well be past midnight. I can never keep track of time, especially in the summer. A prickly piece of popcorn hides like a stowaway in the left cup of my padded training bra. I stuffed the tissue in last minute— a decision I’m beginning to regret, based on the events that are unfolding rapidly before me. To my left, laying non-chalantly on his back, is my date for the evening. He is two years older, could probably grow facial hair if he wanted to, and drives a secondhand Honda. He may as well be a Man. I, on the other hand, feel like a fraud with my too-short short-shorts, sparkly lip gloss, and makeshift push-up bra. I keep my arms pinned to my sides as I feel the dreaded circles of sweat beginning to manifest on my brand new Abercrombie top. I cup my elbows with my hands and stare down at my hint of cleavage, praying that the tissue doesn’t pop out like a white flag surrendouring my lack of womanhood.
By Marti Maley7 days ago in Fiction
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