Started Something We Can’t Finish

That, is what we always do, man!  We’d always started something we can’t finish, either that life got in the way of us connecting, or, the connections between you and I, got lost, or something else got in the way.

Started something we can’t finish, I should’ve known, as it’d become, our ways of interacting with each other.  We’d always eagerly started something, then, we’d, lost that drive, to keep it going, and yet, we don’t, sever off completely, no, we just, allowed this, whatever you wanna call it that we ended up with continue on, and on, and on…

Started something we can’t finish, and now, I think, it’s time, for me, to change, for the very first time in life, I want to, finish something I’d, started: you!  It took me a very long time, to finally, get myself off of you (like the 12-step program???), and, although, I’d still missed you, every now and then, I’m always able to, CUT that thought out of my mind, before it become, too enormous that I couldn’t handle.

Now, that’s something new, isn’t it???  Finishing something I’d, started, long, long, long ago: Y-O-U!

Break Up or, Make Up

DAMN it, just MAKE up your minds already, huh???

Break up, or make up, it’d kept, going back and forth, back and forth, with all those hotshot stars, celebs, even every day people you and I know…

Break up or make up, does it matter?  And, how long’s gonna last this time, before the love goes BUST again, huh?  And yet, we’re, just, involved, in this, vicious cycle of love, continuing to, roll around, and around, and around, and, there’s, still, NO end in sight, for either one of us!

Break up, or make up, make up your minds already, and, if you break, DO break completely, don’t leave that window open (like our little Ms. Wendy had, so Peter could get in, ANYTIME he pleases!)…Break up, or make up, why is it so god DAMN hard, for us, to make up our minds about it, huh?  We’d already had a taste of what this love of ours entailed, and, there’s, NOTHING good that’s left for us to savor, and, we still can’t sever ourselves off from each other, because, what if (I mean, it is, a high possibility!!!), the next loves we’re in, aren’t good as this one we are about, to cut ourselves off from?  And that, is the dilemma of our love………

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Saw You Out with Him Last Night…

I saw you out with him last night, you were laughing at whatever the F*** (by the way, I am the jealous EX???) he was talking about, that just made me, so furious, ‘cuz you always laughed at every joke I’d told, even when they’d stopped, being funny!

Saw you out with him last night, I’d waited for you to come home in the darkened alley next to your apartment, saw him drop you off, and, you two kissed, and, lingered on, and, just as I’d suspected, you’d, asked him upstairs with you…t

with her brand new love here, photo from online…

Saw you out with him last night, and the thought of my woman (there goes, that POSSESSIVENESS again!!!) with someone else, it’d made me furious, so, I’d gotten some gasoline, broken into your flat, and it didn’t matter to me, if the two of you were only coworkers, working on a project together, I’d, poured that gas all over your apartment, and, lit that match!

now, the female’s perspectives, photo from online…

Saw you out with him last night, I thought I’d gotten over you, that you don’t matter to me anymore, it wasn’t until that jealous rose up, from the pit of my stomach, made me spit out fire, did I realize, that I didn’t, actually, quite, fully or completely, gotten, over you yet………

Pumpkin, a Short Prose

How love changed a man, and how a man, changed himself for love, learning his lessons well, translated…

He’d hated pumpkins, and this bad habit was cured, when he’d started going out with her.  She kept telling him, how nutritious pumpkins are, that he shouldn’t be so picky about his foods; because of how he loved her, he’d spent great amounts of time, slowly, accepted the foods he’d, disliked from before.

the pumpkin soup…photo from online…

After they broke up, he couldn’t return back to the way he enjoyed his foods from before, and pumpkin became, a must-see dish in every meal for him.  Later he’d started dating someone new, and one day, he’d discovered, that his girlfriend now, hated pumpkins like he once had, but, he’d not forced her to change, and when they dined out together, he’d, picked out the pumpkin pieces for her.

He didn’t want it that if they were to break up in the futures, his own selfish history was still, etched, so deep into her life.

here is one more dish made with pumpkin…photo from online…

So, this man had changed, because of his ex, to please her, perhaps?  And now, they’d broken up, he’d found that he couldn’t return back to the way he used to like his foods, he’d kept his ex-girlfriend’s habits, sort of, and, he’d started dating again, and this brand new love of his, hated pumpkin as he once had, and he knew NOT to impose her dislikes onto her like his ex had done, so, he had, learned a very important lesson in love for certain!

A Million Miles, from Where I Left You

You are now, a million miles, from where I left you, and yet, it’s still, a very long ways away, until I’m finally, able to, leave you completely, behind.

A million miles, from where I left you, you’d trekked along my footsteps for so very long, trying to match my footprints, but, you were, never able to, manage, as my footprints, were too large for you to step into…

drifting apart here, NOT my photograph…

A million miles, from where I left you, and now, we’re, millions of miles apart, we’d, drifted apart through the years, and we’d, lived in, this realm, of our silent ways with each other for so god damn long, it’s, just, NO longer, necessary, for either one of us, to break that deafening silence, to start talking to one another now!

A million miles, from where I left you, how did I, get so far from, where you are?  I still remembered how close we were, once, so very, long, long ago, how inseparable we are, in each other’s lives, and, look at us now…

A million miles, from where I left you, and you still, hadn’t, grown, an inch yet, and, it appeared, that I’d, made right by me, when I left you back then, ‘cuz you were, NEVER going to change your ways, and so, I had, changed my beliefs about you, about us, dragged the love from between us out of this run-down shack we called our home, and, put it out of its, misery!!!

like this???  Not my photo…

 

 

 

When We Can’t Even Be Strangers Anymore…

This, is where we both end!!!

When we can’t even be strangers anymore, because of what we’d done, to one another, we can’t even show the same kind of courtesy we would, for an unknown stranger, in treating each other…

When we can’t even be strangers, maybe, it’s best, that we move away from each other, as far as we possibly can’t, better yet, why don’t you, move out of the country, or, I’ll fly out, so there’s, NO chance of us, running into each other ever again, huh?

not my silhouette…

When we can’t even be strangers, that, is where love had, led us to.  We’d gone from, strangers, to acquaintances, to close confidants to each other, shared many dreams together, and yet, all those fantasies became, nothing MORE than delusions!

When we can’t even be strangers, maybe, that, is how we’re, destined to end?  After all, we’d all bore witness to how a good love can take a turn for the worst, so quickly, and we couldn’t even, find the time, to SLAM on that brake, and, we’d, rammed into something huge, and, we’d both died, upon impact already…

When we can’t even be strangers, ever since the end, I kept on asking myself, what did I do wrong, and kept, ramming, into that DEAD-END, it wasn’t, until I’d, finally accepted, that I’d, failed in this marriage did I finally, found an opening, for me, to escape………

like this!  Not my photograph…

When we can’t even be strangers, yup, I’m okay with that, strangely enough…must’ve been, this DEAD-END love I got involved with you, that’s, killed, this very, FINAL speck of love that’s, left inside of me then???

 

 

 

 

Where You’d, Left Me…

like this???  Not my picture.

Where you’d, left me, by the side of, that ol’ dirt road, you just, dropped me off, and then, you’d, driven off, without, EVER looking back!

Where you’d, left me, long, long, long ago, you just, upped, and out, without even, a note, just, left me, worrying, incessantly, over you, for years on end…

Where you’d, left me, that ways, ages ago, and, I’d, crawled BACK out of this deep, dark grave you’d, buried me in, I’d had to, CLAW my way out, and, I’d, broken, ALL my nails (N-O-T!!!).  Where you’d, left me, it’s funny, thinking back, to the, timing of everything, we’d met in the springtime, and, hit it hot during the summer seasons, remember that time at the beach???  Then came the autumn, when the leaves started, falling off, and how, all those, fallen leaves turned into, compost???  After that, it was, the snowstorms of the winter of our love, it was, harsh all right, the strong wind, the harsh snow, sleet, and don’t forget, the hail!

just like that, walked out the door one day, not my photo.

And, weathering through ALL the seasons of love, I’d, learned ONE thing: that love isn’t, WORTH all of that!  I mean, what, other than my shattered hard, did I get, out of, weathering through everything with you?  Nothing at all!!!