Prose

So I wrote this prose poem, and claimed it was the only one I’ve written, but like guys tend to do. I lied. Ok, technically I just forgot about them, anyway here they are. This is my first one, it’s not very good, but it is mine.

Flowers are starting to dress the garden. I can see them between the space in the curtain. The birds whistle and it’s almost annoying. The ceiling cries a slow tear at a time, and when I sleep, she steals my pillow.
She used to love my bed, embraced it with her body, its sullen surface would caress her to sleep. She used to love my bed. Now, her own suffices.

The sun dropped a little, its minions now march through the windows, my eyes deepen and the light subsided. Music adorns her ears; the flowers fade as I turn from the window. The bed molds itself to my shape, I have my pillow, and l lay on it before it goes to her. Its feathers whisper to me, they tell me to sleep. I smile. The pillow is mine, but she can have it anytime she wishes.

This is the second one. It’s about a certain girl used to know. The last sentence was supposed to say "I wouldn't have." It's not there, but I definitely wouldn’t have.

I noticed you were around him, when there was no one around. When the sun hid in the horizon and the moon took its place, you left with him, and I wished it was me.

Last night you were at the bar, but I didn’t see you until much later. You were wearing those capris you always wear, and for the second time, you were with him. The music blared through the room; the dimmed lights didn’t hide you as well as they would have hidden another. You sat in the corner and exchanged whatevers with him. Later, he sat, and you danced like I know you could. Your knees buckled, your hips swayed and swooped, and your hands rose as if asking for rain. A little gloom overcame me, and you were gone.

Timed passed and I noticed you standing next to him. The wall covered him as if my eyes and the wall conspired to keep you, just for me. At times a smile would leak through your mouth; your eyes would contract and glow along with your smile. He sat, and drank while you danced. You laughing and smiling as your curves synchronized to the beat. He didn’t share your smile, and he let you dance alone.