#versevibes

I didn’t exist until I took a pen.

I didn’t feel until I wrote it down.

My world fell and came true.

On the ground, between the dirt and the mud.

I watch dandelions fight

and clouds laugh.

Once on my feet again,

I searched for words.

They were kind, and they hungered for more.

But the stars in my eyes

wouldn’t reach the gutter where I stood.

I might have sabotaged myself,

or perhaps I just had more hope, more naïveté.

Odes make the shit glow.

Odd, how I never fully felt at home.

Nevertheless, and never more—

If it were true,

me, the master manipulator and swift narrator,

got broken-hearted for the sake of craft,

Shouldn’t it be easier to write it down?

If I don’t, what was the point?

of falling for a lover

who wasn’t that kind?

The pen might have saved me from madness,

dodging more than this one.

If I didn’t love the pen,

Would I take it all down?

Did it hurt, or did it cure?

If nothing else is true,

I would die protecting what saved my life.

And for him?

I wouldn’t cross the road on a green light.

words hurt.

And the more I try to martyr my intended victim,

the more I remember—

he needed to say it,

and then take it back.

I'm back at the pen,

and he is back at badmouthing his life.

The McRib vanishes at midnight, like a spell undone, like a slipper abandoned on the greasy linoleum of a 24-hour McDonald’s.

Did the Fairy Godmother curse it? Did she wave her wand and whisper, "You shall be barbecue-glazed and beloved— but only for a limited time?"

The ball goes late. Prince Charming is hungry. He stumbles into the drive-thru at 12:01, mouth watering, hands outstretched— but the McRib is gone.

Nothing left but rumors, the scent of something smoky, a paper wrapper like an empty glass slipper, proof that it was once real.

And so he waits. For the next return, the next season, the next fleeting miracle of processed meat and nostalgia.

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