Writing Prompt

If he wasn’t going to love me, he wasn’t going to love anyone.

That thought came later, after the calm. After the click of the front door and the slow creak of the floorboard by the coat rack that had always needed fixing. After the wine glass tipped over accident or symbol, she wasn’t sure. and the white carpet bloomed red like a fresh crime scene.

Detective Claire Monroe had always believed in...

if she wasn’t

going to love

me

i wasn’t

going to love

anybody

because she

is perfection

personified

beauty

in a

body

a brain

as amazing

as the moon

so i

guess im

going loveless

without

her

with me...

He left. Just like that. No second thought, he just walked away. Did he realize how selfish he was being? Did he realize that this wasn’t love. Leaving me wasn’t love. He said he was doing what was best for me and because he loved me. I didn’t believe that bullshit. He was being a coward. If you love someone you stay and fight, right? He was my first love and now my first heart break. I realized h...

I saw his face turn blue as I stepped toward him, he stepped back. I smiled. He scrunched up his nose.

“I love you.” I whispered so only he could hear me.

He looked scared, terrified almost to see me confessing in front of him. He stepped back into a wall, his hands roaming it the way they used to roam me. I reached my hand toward his, reaching for comfort. He tugged his away. “J-just leave me a...

I looked you in the eyes and I let you in. I yearned for our beginning, dreamt of our "hello."

You were a book on the shelf and I wanted to read every word you had to say.

Your kindness luring me in but only to be what was splayed across the cover.

You opened up and introduced me to your prologue. I learned I must hold you with care. Turn each of your pages oh so delicately, sure not to cause ...

If he wasn’t going to love me, then he wasn’t going to love me anymore. Which hurts, because the thing was…I never knew why he stopped trying to love me.

He knew I was breaking bit by bit everyday, so why didn’t he stay? Help guide me in the right direction instead of letting me fail all over again. Resetting the count day by day…

He let me hurt, cry, and shout. But, whenever he did, I helped h...

It is obvious that he had chosen his faith the second he stepped towards me that evening. He cannot deny my impact on him or the way he looks at me.

He is mine, and I protect what’s mine. He cannot separate from me, and I don’t think he wants to. We are equal soulmates that last forever once they meet. It is undenyable rule that has no exceptions.

If he wasn’t going to love me, he wasn’t going ...

I dragged the poisoned sword across the battlefield. Bodies lie everywhere, blood-soaked. No one had survived. Except for me and my boyfriend. Behind me, I felt a stab, a jab that would take any weak man down immediately. I looked at my former lover. The power in his eyes, greed shone like a star. I stabbed him in the stomach. If he wasn't going to love me, he wasn't going to love _anyone_. She wo...

“Don’t you get tired?” I asked, my own exhaustion evident. It had been another night, another work event which had resulted in a murderous argument on the way home. He’d sped through the dark streets, cutting corners and blowing through changing traffic lights, his jaw tense, clenching as anger polluted his mind the way it often did nowadays. I’d sat in the passenger seat, my fingers gripping the ...

If he wasn’t going to love me, he wasn’t going to love anyone.

I tell myself that repeatedly as I glance down at him. Except, this isn’t the man I once knew, the man I so badly yearned for, this is an empty shell of what he once was. His skin, cold and bitter, his eyes hollow, without the light that guided me, his lips slightly parted, blood staining the floor beneath him. I let out a panicked l...