Out of Bounds

His words might reduce you to feeling like you are a cheap dollar store vase. But they don’t.  He doesn’t get you. Even after so many years. It doesn’t matter.  Besides, he is not your bigger-picture problem, and that is something to be thankful for.

You act way too flirty. He is green-eyed. Close. You might want to watch yourself, because there could be misunderstandings.

And all because you are finally starting to smile and laugh and beam and thaw and  bloom.

Words thrown at you like stones, to break you into into pieces.

But his aim is no good.

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Based on the prompt radiant over at Velvet Verbosity. 100 word limit.

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