My crush doesn’t know there’s a word on my tongue for him. He sees past me, looks at my smile as a red plum, ready to steal its juices — sip the glow. He whips past cafes and brunch spots, knuckling a worn laptop, it’s where he stores his words.
I am the menacing sun, effervescent and demanding. I stand in his path, a weeping dialogue begins. I know he knows, but he doesn’t want to know and I don’t want to say anything that will lead to more questions of who we are.
Label purgatory.
If there’s such a thing — that’s where we’ve landed. The back and forth of indecisiveness eats us alive.
He is the blue moon on a dark Spring night, the silent harp. I, heart in hand, legs shaking and teary eyes welling up, break the ice; “You know, we cannot pretend forever.”
Thinking he would understand and soon… Soon… We would morph into a blessed abundance.
But he chuckles, wipes the scuff marks off his brand new Chucks and whispers, “but I am not pretending.”
He breaks my heart without trying.
©Tremaine L. Loadholt, 2018. All Rights Reserved Originally published in A Cornered Gurl on Medium.
That was AMAZING and I was happy to see it’s fiction! We’ve all been there, but GOD! It sucks both going through it and watching someone You care for go through it. Whew!!! 🤗
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It’s a downer, that’s for sure.
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Brilliantly written excellent powerful beautiful bittersweet wordage
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Thank you.
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My pleasure reading your beautiful work
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Girl, I always feel you.
Damn!
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💙
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Oof! He breaks my heart without even trying! Yeah… I know that sensation. You paint her torment well.
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Hey, you! Welcome back! Thank you.
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fine work Tre, I was wondering for moment who the dude was, but I think it was just pulled to use, fits the wordage perfectly, like a camouflaged man, oblivious of what stares and sees him ❤
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Exactly. 😊
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Tre, you rock! So I’ve nominated you for a Mystery Blogger Award! If you accept, go here to see the guidelines: https://mitchteemley.com/2018/05/11/my-mystery-blogger-award/ ~Mitch
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Peace, Mitch. Thank you! 😊
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Unrequited love is painful… xo
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It can be a lesson or a detriment.
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tears! feelings! heart! too much ❤
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Thank you!
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So poignant and beautifully written Tre!
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Thank you, Roxi! I am glad you enjoyed it!
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Ouch. He is obviously not in purgatory. Suffering on your own is so much worse. This is exquisitely bittersweet, Tre. 💚
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Thank you. Thankfully, it’s fiction! But, I’ve had some similar experiences. 💜
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Phew! You’re welcome, Tre.
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💙
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