Daily Prompt: Release

The feeling has came over me again
Am I capable of love?
So I find a man to prey on
A couple drinks and a couple laughs
A couple kisses and gropes
leading to their bedroom
nights filled with ecstasy
I feel the release of anxiety
This is love
I leave all calls unanswered and texts left on read
Feeling empty
Until I need the release again

Daily Prompt: Express


Words could never

express the way I feel

The emotions that overcome me when I see you

even only after a few hours

When your lips touch mine

Also the moments of insecurity

Will this last?

Is this real?

These emotions are just as strong

I had a friend who said

Never give your heart away

until you say I do

I understand now

Daily Prompt: Loyalty 

You forget the times you spent together and what they meant to you, maybe even the vows you took on a special day. You get lost between the commute times and non linking schedules. So you get sucked in by that one cute coworker that always tells you, you look nice and keeps asking you to happy hour. You can’t remember the last time your significant other said you looked nice or even took you out. Hell when was the last time you guys had sex? So you finally accept an offer to happy hour. You giggle at all your coworker’s jokes and have too many Moscow mules. They lean in closer to you and you didn’t expect it but they kiss you and you let them. You let them lead you to their apartment ripping each others clothes one by one. Heaving breathing, heaving petting. It’s done. You cum but now you feel empty. You put on your clothes explain you got to go. Driving home to place you made a home with another person. You can’t even look them in their face when they say “How was your day babe?” They might not know it now but sooner or later they’ll find out the loyalty is gone. The trust is finshed. If you are lucky you’ll fight it through but the look on their face when you go out with your friends or go on a little grocery trip or to the gym by yourself will never fade. 

Strangers Again

There was a video we always watched on YouTube by Wong Fu Productions called Strangers Again. We said it would never happen to us but it did. Yesterday I deleted your number. We haven’t talked well over year other than saying happy birthday to each other. But I kept your number in my phone for a safe haven. I never knew why. Every time I look into my past it seemed like a movie, not real, a distant memory. You were a movie, not real, a distant memory. All I had was a phone number I could call anytime. The one that you would always pick up and listen to me no matter what was happening: together, unstable, not together, or haven’t spoken in months. But I look into his eyes and realize I’m glad we are strangers again. That sometimes things don’t work out the way you want. That it’s finally time to let go.