The moment I got a chance I went to a bar…

And found a man who was a replica of you,

Your doppelganger actually:

Your face, your hair, your physique,

And I had him make love to me,

The exact same way you had described it,

In your letters,

Even including me reaching back,

To you – I mean him – for a kiss.

It was supposed to,

Turn back the clock,

To you – it didn’t,

It was supposed to be,

The pinnacle of my life;

The most telling,

Moment in my history.

It wasn’t.

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At The Round Table:

She’s not sure she thinks of herself as attractive anymore:

The daily battles had whittled her down so that there was nothing left,

Just a soul-less sack of saggy flesh and brittle bones that would make good compost,

Besides, the only thing she knew for sure about love was that it was transient,

And yet in the five years since she had vowed to never get close to another man,

She’d had three wonderful relationships – each one better than the last,

And leading her closer to the holy grail (but delusions are tricky things),

God give her strength!

girl alone

 

 

 

Of Ponds & Balmy Nights:

He approves of almost everything about her,

And enjoys being her hero,

So when she says she needs time,

To concentrate on her relationship with her,

He holds her so tightly that it almost hurts,

She knows he’ll always be there if she changes her mind,

“Don’t sit by the pond without me, particularly on those balmy nights!”

He will anyway,

She knows it.

 

Mr Wordsmith:

She liked to “rescue” the hopeless cases,

Or that was what she was told anyway,

But also, he had to have a way with words,

To read her soul, to woo her back as she was walking away,

Reminisce over the good times,

Talk to her about nothing, in particular, to relax her,

Gratefully receive her mementos of love (poetry mainly),

If all of these boxes were checked, then yes, she’d take it!

He would become the latest soon-to-be ex,

Completely worthy of her love.

man and brain

 

 

Your Cleansing Grace:

It’s as if you feel unworthy of my love,

When the truth is that every man gets compared to you;

I went with him, because he reminded me of you!

Because, the garage door was down!!

And the car engine was running!!!

 

It was like living on a rollercoaster inside a maze,

But then came the realisation;

Do you think you can take me down that easily?

 

I go within to transform what you did to me,

Into prose and poetry,

 

Gratitude my friend,

For such a cleansing grace,

I am broken, but not dead,

Not yet anyway,

 

Watch me rise!

defender of rights, slayer of bad deeds yet still awaiting her love

 

 

She keeps her heart alight…

… (again and again) in the hope she will draw him to her,

Children take flight,

The mirror doesn’t lie,

Even if he was here,

She knows he would always want to be right,

Until she gradually let’s go, she loses the fight.

girl redhead

 

 

 

 

Colder than the coldest blizzard!

My own little boy,

Inside of me and yet not part of me,

He belongs to her that would run away,

“I’m crying because I miss her,”

He tells me and my heart does a backflip,

“That’s my nightmare: my mum’s gone away,”

He confides in me and my heart cries silent tears,

If ever I do see her again, my coldness will set her teeth chattering!

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He wrote one sentence using 13 words and two ellipses’s and she fell deeply and horrifyingly in love:

“I know what you mean . . . it’s not just you . . . this connection between us.”

She thought that meant that she could show him her poetry, could speak to him about her feelings for him. She had never been more mistaken .

LOVE STORY ONE

Written by LM Malcolm

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