They called him King
and said
he was in charge.Beside him,
his companion for life,
her crown built
on adultery.One brother,
a pervert.
The other,
hardly seen.The people shouted,
Not my King.
Not my Queen.He answered
like a king:Leave me alone.
I’ll do it
my way.-Mandy Ricks
People called her difficult
without ever knowing what she had survived.They saw sharp edges,
but not the hidden shaking,
the resentment burning low in her chest.She learned to hide it all behind polite smiles
and half-finished replies.There were nights she stayed alive out of nothing but spite.
Days she moved through ordinary conversations
while entire sections of her were quietly collapsing behind the walls.Still,
she kept something alive in herself.Not hope.
Not happiness.Just a small stubborn refusal
to become as cold as the people who hurt her.And honestly,
that probably saved her life.-Mandy Ricks
Is it possible that the best thing about our relationship was the late night parking? Where shadows of something our hearts called love collided with vinyl seated orgasms. Or was it just easier to ignore the stop signs while we forged our fantasies. -Mandy Ricks
Is it the rain that makes me sad or is it the ache of emptiness that once was you?
Perhaps I just need to wait for the sun to return and warm my thoughts.
-Mandy Ricks
One day it hits you. Something is missing. Everything looks the same but as you lay in bed together you can feel the absence of the love that used to be tucked in around both of you. -Mandy Ricks
