I Was Trying To Describe You…(compilation of responses about lovers based on a prompt give to women incarcerated at Northwest Arkansas Community Correction Center)

“I was trying to describe you to someone recently…
How it felt to be with a man like you.”

“To take the image and feeling deep inside and translate the magnitude of you into a language anyone could understand.”

“I couldn’t say you looked like Marilyn Monroe because you do not have blonde hair or blue eyes. I thought she was perfectly created, until I met you. I couldn’t say that you looked anything like her at all, because you, my dear, are one of a kind.”

“I couldn’t say that it was like that country song by Jason Aldean ‘Fire and Gasoline’ because it was way worse.”

“I couldn’t say this was because your outer appearance tricked me from seeing the monster who resides within you.”

“I ended up describing you as the feeling you get after watching a scary movie and the bad guy wins.”

“You are a bomb threat in an elementary school. The dreaded phone call to the mothers. the anxiety as they stand outside of the school awaiting to hear if their child is OK or not.”

“You are when Donald Trump filed for bankruptcy. Not once. Not twice. But three times.”

“You are the moment when you turn on your favorite TV show only to have the cable go out. You hit the set hoping for it to come back. It never does. Only go to work the next day to hear a play by play from a co-worker.”

“You are Daisy’s face when she hears Gatsby’s name for the first time after all those years.”

“You are Jack making a toast on the Titanic, knowing that toast is drawing her in while destroying her future in the same sentence.”

“You were like listening to Bob Dylan, and watching a slow moving twister destroy everything you ever loved.”

“You are the butterflies fluttering in my stomach as I turn off onto the exit. The fear that you could be lurking just around the corner.”

“You are the regular in the diner who never seems to leave a tip.”

“You are the ridges in the scar from the knife’s edge. I delicately trace my finger over it to recall the brief euphoria it filled the void with.”

“I can’t seem to describe you with simple adjectives, but I can describe you in three words: a painful memory.”

“I wanted our love to last forever. I loved you like June loved Johnny Cash.”

“You are a sunset. Beautiful at first then quickly replaced with darkness.”