& I’m gone

Thank you all for reading/liking/commenting on my posts over the past 5 years. I can’t believe how much has changed and how I evolved. I’ve taken some of the favorites and put them in this book.

So now, I’m working on other things. It’s not clear to me yet what I’m doing with this blog.

For now, you can find me on Instagram @slmarin. These days I post more announcements and things in stories. I really don’t like to ‘self-promote’. ‘But if you’re a writer, you should’ yeah, just like I should stick to what is me. I’m sure my readers/viewers aren’t idiots and would be like ‘WTF’ if I did.

She returns

I remember her
her green eyes
her blonde hair
her lips on my lips
her body on mine
the golden bikini
she wore the first time
I saw her dance

I watched her
year after year
closer than
he ever did
every time they fought
she came to me
I told her nothing
of myself
but listened to her
I showed her a knife
and said I’d kill her
if she leaves me for him
she did anyway

I messaged her
year after year
waiting for a response
from her
it never came
until one day she said
“I’m married” to him

I hoped she said
“I’m getting a divorce,
you were right he’s not the one
you were some much better in bed”
she said nothing about us

He returns

He asks me
what do you drive
what do you do
where do you live
when am I going to see you?
I don’t respond
he tells me nothing about him
all I have is images
of fifty shades of gray
in my head
I thought if I wanted that
I would have chose him
but I didn’t