There once was a time when all I wanted was for you to be mine.
The early days were simple and carefree. I thought I was a treasure
you’d do anything to hold on to, a rare gem to hide away in your keep.

As the years went by, relations turned cold. Each day, I tried to keep
you happy through obedience, attempting to avoid each land mine
you tossed in my path. I was no longer someone for you to treasure.

Today, I am your property, your plaything. My fear and pain your treasure,
I am nothing but a shell of who I used to be. Like old fruit, I don’t keep,
as you break my spirit more each day. I may be yours but you are not mine.

My soul you mine daily for treasure to earn my keep, but all you’ll find now is dirt.


It’s a yeah write poetry slam! Some of our editors and friends are on a tritina kick lately. Want to give one a try? Give us a shout at the coffeehouse and we’ll give you three words. In the meantime, check out the other tritinas this week!

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  7. Amazing! Glad that you wrote one, too, and I know what you mean – they’re fun because they’re so outside the usual writing experience. I especially like the way you change the meaning of the word in the line “Like old fruit, I don’t keep.” Also, the last line. Wow!

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