Day Thirteen: Personal, No Prompt

And my whole world shook

With my fingers on his pulse

The importance of this moment

Hammered in to me

This was how

things should always be

Day Twelve: Personal, No Prompt

After a while

The line between

Yours and mine,

Well it gets blurred. 

How much am I allowed

To care about yours?

What is mine?

How do we know?

Probably the only way to tell

Would be to cut ties,

Jump ship. 

So I hope

I never find out. 

Day Eleven: Personal Promt (House Hunting)

A house

Made up of rooms,

of work. 

So full of stories

some not yet written

Potential is the currency

they trade in

And love

is what fills them. 

Day Ten: Personal Prompt (Letter)

It wouldn't be right,
to leave you out of this.
You've been in and out
of all my writing for so long
It seems like forever.

Do you realize I miss you?
I do.
It's been a long time
hopefully not too much more.

It was always a different feel,
but a strong one.
Let's not leave it behind
Let's not forget

Day Nine: Personal, No Prompt

We slipped away

It wasn't dark

But no one noticed ether way

Hand in hand

There were commitments

But they were left

Tossed to the side

A dream, a nightmare

Who can tell

Day Eight: Personal Prompt (Patterns)

A soft kiss

And a longing you'll miss

An ache that goes to the bone

After you've been left alone

Day Seven: Personal, No Prompt

She had forgotten, 

why she'd kept her distance. 

Why she avoided falling into love. Because that led to needing someone. 

And the pain that came with that 

seared through her, 

reminding her why 

she hadn't wanted to love. 

She couldn't afford to lose them now, 

she had needs again.

Day Six: No Prompt

A song,
a story told at night
Made to keep the monsters at bay.
whispered over an over,
a talisman,
a comfort.
Familiarity,
Repetition.
It grounds you,
keeps you from slipping away.

Day Five: (Personal Prompt) Hesitation

It's hard to eplain
the way I feel
I don't want out
But...

It's only you I want
to spend my days with-
my nights too
But...

It's complicated.
You're my one person
I'm in deep,
sunk
But...

Day Four: Hold On

Hold on to this day

Things have gone right

For the first time in ages

No disappointments,

no tears to shed

So hold on to it. 

Keep it filed away

To look back on,

To remember the good

and let it drown out the bad.

Hold on to this day

It may not come again soon. 

Day Three: Tenitive Prompt (Finish an Old Poem)

His body knows

Just how far she'd go

But his mind resists

Prays she won't give in

It is an unsure agreement,

tentative 

They want it

But they don't. 

An escape that shouldn't be taken

Along a well traveled route

He wants her,

She likes him

But he's not hers. 

Day Two: (personal, no prompt)

Things are very different

I never saw myself here

So willing to commit

Ready to make the plunge

I'm sorting and packing

Folding away

Those little parts of myself

That never meant it to happen

It's a strange four letter word

That can move you so far

Day One: (Personal Prompt) Finish an Old Poem

Excess 

Baby, maybe just a bit too much
Is the way I need you.
Maybe one too many
Is what I need to see you.

You're over the top
Too much to handle,
All at once.
A welcome distraction.

You bring out my best,
My worst.
I can't keep up with you,
Hard as I try
sometimes I think I don't want to.