Intense longing
Is what I used to feel
For what he took
Was not his to steal
He ran away
My heart in hand
Makes me wonder now
If this was always his plan
Good riddance to you
Is what I now say
I never needed
My heart anyway
For who wants or needs
The potential to be broken
Should have thrown it away
Before it became his token
© 2018 Michelle Cook
I managed to lose him in the purple fog
Against a dull gray view
He’d been sullen all day long
And suddenly withdrew
Without a single cognitive word
His mind trailed away from me
And there he still sits catatonic and drooling
In front of his most cherished plasma sea
© 2018 Michelle Cook
For a month of writing prompts, click here; Purple plasma
I’ve been thinking about love
And how for a brief moment
I held it in the palm of my hand
I was filled with a hurricane of emotions
Something my heart could barely withstand
So powerful was the force
That it took me by complete surprise
And my heart now wonders
How such a love ever became compromised
© 2018 Michelle Cook
Saucy suspicions
Were unfounded and untrue
Until he met you
© 2018 Michelle Cook
Writing prompt: Saucy suspicions
Plump and provocative
Was all he ever saw
Her luscious curves
Were the only real draw
He said he cared for her
And wanted her for his own
Then another woman appeared
And his cover was blown
© 2018 Michelle Cook
Writing prompt: Plump and provocative
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