The Conversation We May Never Have

Trifecta’s challenge for the week:

MANIPULATE (transitive verb)

1: to treat or operate with or as if with the hands or by mechanical means especially in a skillful manner
2a : to manage or utilize skillfully
b : to control or play upon by artful, unfair, or insidious means especially to one’s own advantage
3: to change by artful or unfair means so as to serve one’s purpose : to doctor
 
 

You lied when you signed it.

You had no intention of keeping your promises.

I went back, though.

Checked for a loophole.

There was none.

It wasn’t the words of the document you tried to manipulate –

It was the truth.

(And it worked.)

I loved you, you know. In my own way.

Sure you weren’t the wittiest kid on the block

And sure you weren’t the fullest of life.

But you were my friend.

Smiling,

Loyal,

Good.

Until you screwed everything up.

I lost more than what you took from me that day, you know.

I lost you too.

And you meant more to me than I will ever admit to myself.

Ever.

Because it’s easier to pretend that we never really hit it off

Than to admit that I liked having you around so much that it never seemed to matter.

But what’s done is done.

And all this…

Well, it’s my fault too

Because I have a hard time letting things go

And an ever harder time letting people go.

Sometimes when you smile at me in the street,

I am enraged by your audacity

But, more recently,

I just want to give in and hold you tight

And have you hold me tight.

But something tells me

(Or maybe someone did)

That that’s not healthy.

But I will say here,

In the privacy of a worldwide audience

Where you may never find me,

Where I don’t have to look into your eyes as I rage

And storm

And blame you

And then break down midsentence

Because of a rising sob threatening to choke me,

Here,

I will say this:

I loved you.

I would’ve protected you for the rest of my life

If you had only kept the one promise I needed from you,

The only promise you ever made me:

To keep us all together.

 

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Raining

Daily Prompt: Your Life, the Book

July 13, 2013

From a famous writer or celebrity, to a WordPress.com blogger or someone close to you — who would you like to be your biographer?

Photographers, artists, poets: show us WORDS.

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a e i o u

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rain

raining

It is raining.

It is raining on the playground today.

I wish it had been raining so we could skip school today.

If it’s raining, I’ll drive you to class; we can take the long way.

It’s raining. Where? Deep inside…inside my heart….I miss him so much.

I’m not going out today – it’ll be raining, and I really can’t take my boss today anyway.

I wish the kids would stay inside when it’s raining – they’ll catch their death of cold.

Isn’t the world beautiful when it’s raining?

It’s raining….I wish it would always be raining….it reminds me of that time way back in —

It is raining.

Rain.

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Raining Again

Raining Again (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

 

Third Time’s the Charm!

Trifextra: Week Seventy-Three:

“This weekend we’re asking for 33 of your own words inspired by the idiom, third time’s the charm.  This familiar phrase may have an indeterminate origin, but its meaning is clear.  Whether or not you include the phrase itself is up to you.  Just make sure to use exactly 33 words.  And, as usual, have fun with it!”

[http://www.trifectawritingchallenge.com/2013/06/trifextra-week-seventy-three.html]

 

“Sure? As your attorney, I…”

“I’m sure.”

“Both your divorce settlements have cost you. A third…”

“Hey.” Shrug. “Love’s always worth a shot. And you know what they say: third time’s the charm!”

Evidence

This was written for Trifecta’s Challenge:

FREAK (noun)

 

Nerves worn anorexically thin, he watched Your Honor be presented the damning letter.

If they spotted the freak….nail in the coffin. Bile rose, as the words stuck in his throat, Mea culpa.

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