First LovePosted: September 5, 2012
Heather writes Becoming Cliche. It’s half tortoises, half kids and the last half is some really good humor. She agreed to bring some of that humor over to Blurt for Guest Post Week, although there was no prohibition against kids and tortoises in the contract. Stop by Becoming Cliche for more like this –
We were in the spring of our youth, you and I.
Slender limbs basking in the sun.
I saved you from your sadness and called myself a hero.
We learn to live with our mistakes.
It came too soon. You longed for space.
I felt your yearning, reaching, stretching for something more.
And I knew.
To keep you bound was to lose you forever.
Your wish was granted, and you bloomed.
And you stayed with me.
Months become seasons become years,
And I feel it in you again.
I see your stunted heart, and I know you long for more.
And I’ll give.
But this is it.
I swear, you stupid ficus tree,
This is the last pot you get.
I mean it!