Bridges

This is part of a series of short poems called “Scraps.” I took the first word that my phones autocorrect thought I would write with a letter. In this case it was B and the word was ‘Bridges’. I then wrote the first thing that came into my mind.

And as the bridge beneath us

Broke

And i

Fell

You caught me

And we built another bridge

Which will never break

Since we built it on our love.

Ask

This is part of a series of short poems called “Scraps.” I took the first word that my phones auto correct thought I would write with a letter. In this case it was ‘A’ and the word was ‘Ask’. I then wrote the first thing that came into my mind.

The questions lie

On my tongue

Where were you?

What were you doing?

But my fear of you leaving

Overpowers me

Were you with her?

And I

Don’t dare ask.

She

This is part of a series of short poems called “Scraps.” I took the first word that my phones autocorrect thought I would write with a letter. In this case it was S and the word was ‘She’. I then wrote the first thing that came into my mind.

She’s worth it

He said

Without hesitating

And

Without hesitating

I know she

Is all I want to be.