Sometimes . . . we are happy. Sometimes there is sweetness like strawberry juice lingering on our lips. Sometimes we share and laugh. Sometimes we want the same things and are able to work together to achieve them.
Sometimes, late at night, after the passion, I want to lie with you and relish all that is sweet and lingering and harmonious between us. I want it to keep humming in the air around us - just for a little while.
I want to let go of all that has come before and be together just like this.
sometimes.
Tuesday, October 26, 2010
Tuesday, June 8, 2010
I was so hurt and angry. Beyond hurt. Devastated. Crushed. The fragile shell, with which I had carefully walled off my heart, was decimated into a crushing smoking pile of rubble. Leaving it bleeding and tenuously beating.
I was in such torment that.....
I couldn't see your pain. Your agony.
I realized that if: anger = pain for me, the equation holds true for you.
or is it that pain is easier to deal with if it is transferred into an anger form.
either way. You have been excruciating for a long time. And....
I never once
noticed.
I can get out the bandages and mortar and once again wall up my damaged heart
but you
is there any healing for you?
or does the agony - for you -
go on
and on
and on.
I was in such torment that.....
I couldn't see your pain. Your agony.
I realized that if: anger = pain for me, the equation holds true for you.
or is it that pain is easier to deal with if it is transferred into an anger form.
either way. You have been excruciating for a long time. And....
I never once
noticed.
I can get out the bandages and mortar and once again wall up my damaged heart
but you
is there any healing for you?
or does the agony - for you -
go on
and on
and on.
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