I’m stuck in this place
shut-in an inescapable destination
she lies about her love
and I wait for the moment
she confesses–it never comes
I am a forgiving person
I think–“she’ll come to her
senses soon”
but there is no soon
and I grow tired of
standing by a shaky
promise
it is flawed and broken
lately, I’ve been feeling
flawed and broken too
finally, she waltzes in
with gifts and sweet apologies
that melt my heart
I’m putty, a weakling
she has me right where
she wants me . . .
falling back into
her world, forsaking
and forgetting mine
A Cornered Gurl 
I really want the subjects in your poem to make it! I hope they can work it out. Great poem, Tre!
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Thank you!
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Good to know the photo was the prompt.
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Yes. I generally write from prompts or from immediate feelings or experiences. I love a good photo, though.
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Nice!
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Thank you
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Relationships are complicated and offer a place to learn so much about ourselves. These are the words that spoke to me in your poem,
“and I grow tired of
standing by a shaky
promise”
Take care of your heart.
Ali
PS. Fabulous artwork!
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Thank you, Ali! Just writing using the photo as a prompt. I appreciate your kind words.
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trE,
I like doing that too. Just letting the mind go and see what shows up on the page.
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Yes, ma’am! It’s a great writing method. I love it!
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