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Daily Prompt: Argument

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I never wanted you to walk away.

How did it get to this? How did we get to this point? One minute we were hopelessly and madly in love and now…

We can’t stand to be in the same room together. We’re the golden couple. The duo everyone wants to be, but now we don’t even want to be us. To all those who look in we are that perfect couple that met in high school, fell in love, have been together for six years and will probably get married.

On the inside, however, we are anything but perfect.

He shouts, I scream. He hits the door, I throw a glass. He calls me names, I say I don’t love him.

He walks away…

How could I let such trivial things come between me and the man I love? I have done a lot of terrible things,  but never have I pushed someone to walking away from me.

I don’t know if he will come back. Part of me hopes he does, but part of me hopes he doesn’t.

Our once beautiful and pure love has turned into a toxic wasteland that has been slowly releasing it’s poison into our lungs that has slowly been killing us. I can’t idly stand by as I destroy this man. I can’t bare to look myself in the mirror, because I know I’m the reason we got to this place.

I flirted a bit too much, I started pulling away , I threw the first punch…

Now I’m standing by the door of our home, wallowing in the remains of our shattered romance. I let him go. I want him to come back and tell me it’s going to be okay. I want him to come back and tell me it’s for the best. I want him to come back.

And to think that all this started with a stupid argument.

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Strangers

Sometimes the people you try to forget find a way of creeping back into your mind and filling you up with memories. Even though some are good and some are bad, in a way, you miss them. Sometimes you wish you’d never met them, but sometimes you wish you could say hello and start over. Unfortunately life doesn’t work that way.

This is a message to everyone having this feeling and to everyone causing this feeling. Maybe someday things will work out and you will get that hello or maybe things will never work out and, in that case, smile and be grateful for the memories.

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Writer’s Desires

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© 2017 by Stacey-Leigh Laycock. All Rights Reserved.

Dead End

I see my demise in dying eyes,

Who don’t realize their lies

Will compromise their lives.

© 2016 by Stacey-Leigh Laycock. All Rights Reserved.

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