I fall in love almost every day.


Stop

That’s quite enough, stop
here, let me out: terminate
sad, pointless journey.

To expect support
without offering same: stop
pushing love away.

This is a paper
relationship: flimsiest
construction of lies.

Better start, grant
license for change: emerging
redefinition.

You can drop me here,
Qualify yourself: travel
alone, start afresh.


Written by Internet of Words

Published Writer, 53-ish / Still European / Trauma Survivor / Photos / Exercise / Bisexual / Chaotic Good / HUMAN SPORK / Mental Health / Daily Twitter Short Story / @ProperBard in Residence, My House / Shortlisted & Published Author / Original poems/fiction © IoW 2020