You're not my dream girl. You're not my reality girl. You're my dreams come true girl.
A wishlist of sorrows. Grief, not guilt.
Do not hesitate. No time for polite or coy. Take.
She is a tornado. He is a man. He is solid and humble. She tells the story three times, convinced he does not understand.
When you dress for your first date in two years, don’t call it date. Call it friend. Do not let him pay. Share a bottle of your favorite wine, you deserve this.
Sorry I came out hard and sharp and full of claws.
I know the woman in the window who wears good leather and keeps her closet filled with broken men.
her apologies are disguised as gifts.
When I've spent this long working to keep someone safe from harm, I can tell when she's asleep near me. Whether it's dark or not.
Dear hands - I know you love poetry, but you can’t bring a metaphor to a fist fight. Dear fists - When words fail, sometimes I let you handle my problems.
It is very easy to forgive others their mistakes; it takes more grit to forgive them for having witnessed your own.
She walks into my room like a question that neither one of us has the courage to ask.
Thank you for the poem, for every single scar.
because tonight, this world is broken and we’re the only thing that’s going to keep it together.
Laughter sounds the same in every language.
I want to be the kind of story you have to tell everyone you know.
Yesterday, I saw my reflection. It wouldn’t look me in the eye because he’s too ashamed of all the things he will never be.
I often introduce myself like I’m the only thing standing between you and something better.
I love you in a language that I don’t fully understand.
I’m still learning how to whisper. I’m often loud in places where I should be quiet, I’m often quiet in places where I should be loud.
We do not all have access to the most helpful words
To be quite honest, I would have settled for kissing her wrists
I thank God for everyone you kissed before me.
It is Saturday morning and I am trying to sleep through all the light in my room when you say, How do you make scrambled eggs?
here's your chance, do your dance, with the PROMPTSPAM
There may be more later.