Tag: ex
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“When someone shows you who they are, believe them the first time.”
I had a dream last night that I saw an old boyfriend from high school/college. He was still driving the beat-up 1970s VW that he had for a little while when we dated. Even in my dream, I was amazed that thing was still running. I have no idea where we were – but the…
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An exboyfriend, some fake boobs and a stalker
There was something about Jason* that caught my eye the moment I saw him. I was working as the receptionist at the Jeep dealership, and he was a Jeep owner. And when Jason’s ice-blue eyes looked into mine and he told me he was bartending at a restaurant in Fort Mill and that I should come…
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Seeing him after 10 years
Was cleaning out my drafts folder and found this post, written in November but never published. I need to get on the ball! Here it is, just imagine it’s right around Thanksgiving that you are reading this … It’s impossible to describe what exactly was going through my head as I opened the door to…
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Why exes can’t be friends
You may have noticed the links to poetryassignment.com at the bottom of many of my poems lately. If you haven’t checked out the site yet, you really should! Still in the beginning stages but we have so many great poets on there already. Not a great poet? It’s ok – come anyway! It’s amazing what…
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One by one
The crinkled pages crumple under my fingers as I ball them up, one by one, and wish I had a match to make them unreadable. Fiercely I rip them, but not fast enough And I am here with a page of a first kiss to remind me. I cry and push the tears away and I’m angry that…
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I cooked for him so he could cheat on me
A memory It is 1995, and it’s picture day. The senior-year me has just been officially captured by camera, and I walk down the steps of the school auditorium, happy to be out of class and wondering how my photo looks. Sitting in one of the auditorium seats is Brian. I have been friends with…
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I took a tumble for you, dear
Stairs are no object in this twisted game as heel slips off concrete Let’s call it an accident Dog leash wraps around ankles and calves Canines out of harm’s way and you are, too. It’s not my fault – I was tied up, don’t you see? If I tumble we all fall down. Hollow threats but…
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Strip-poker summer
In honor of Nanowrimo, (or perhaps to keep myself from cheating and using old material) I am publishing some short stories I wrote in college. Let me repeat: I wrote in college. Apologies in advance. I still remember the first time I ever pondered the concept of a one night stand. April called to tell…
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Swindler of time
“Is it too soon?” he asked, and the look on his face was genuine but about 5 minutes too late. “Too soon for what?” she retorted, and she rolled her eyes. “Too soon for you to break my heart? Yes, I suppose it is.” “Then I’ll be back,” he promised.
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Day One without you
Even Italian coffee doesn’t warm this heart today because I drink it alone He is in the next room but he is not you He is a tea-drinker, may not be a perfect fit but I refuse to let myself think of coffee mugs yours and mine, together on shelf in our new home or the smell…