We just didn't spend enough time in jeans and flannels She had no idea what she was doing and she wasn't fooling anyone She wasn't even trying "This looks good," she said, halfway up the hiking trail She laid her flannel out over a grassy clearing and promptly fell asleep
And he fell exactly where he stood One drop of blood was exactly enough to relieve his soul from its duty of living He was exactly at his breaking point and they knew it behind the trigger Pointing exactly at the palm of his left hand
******* and surrender piggybacked off of each other
If she was the sun, then I was definitely getting my dose of vitamin D (And a halfway decent tan for once) Her hair looked like a Pantene commercial and her teeth seemed to be painted white
When I was a child, I thought that flowers died in the winter because they couldn't get water from the frozen earth I must have ripped up half my mother's garden on the first cool day I brought them inside, and drowned them in buckets of warm water 23 years later, my mother hasn't stopped laughing
School was out for the week, but I imagined that most of the kids from her class wouldn't go back at all She asked for help, but we couldn't save her from nightmares or flashbacks Couldn't even hold her hand through every single one So her parents and her teachers are in therapy being told it wasn't there faults But I know it wasn't mine
We made dinner on the stove from a box She was laughing the whole time- I told her to wait and watch the pasta while I stepped out for a minute I set up candles in the living room in front of the TV We sat on the floor in front of the couch, watching NCIS with candles and cheap ready meals
"This never has to end," I told her We don't have to have to leave this bedroom Her Christmas lights reflected off the whites of her eyes as she showed me point ballet in her pajamas I was not a very effective partner, but this is what she was built for And I was built to love her, one scene at a time, One LED bulb One shaky lift I spun her like a little girl instead of a dancer
National Poetry Month Day 2!! I had no prompt for this, it's the second time I've used this title to describe a not quite random set of stories that can either be read separately or together as one narrative. If anyone wants to follow along with me you can use that as a prompt :)