Connection wanted, needed even.
Fantasies fulfilled create a warm shield of protection.
But a damaging interlude pushes itself into and through our sanctuary.
Full-on, satisfying love speeding towards being barely loyal.
Distance is welcomed, disconnection required.
Wounds need healing.
The psyches teeter, the connection as well.
Alteration, on every level, begins to occur.
My being is expressive.
It’s not complicated, just hardly understood.
Listen with your eyes as I ripple towards you.
I love, it’s a smile.
There’s anger, it’s a scowl.
Shiny eyes, I’m laughing with you.
Tears falling, there’s a devastation occurring.
Reaching for you, I need your touch.
Not making eye contact, you’ve lost me.
If the last thing you see is my back, I’m gone.
Forever…
Virtue broadcast boldly but intentions used as a tool to command my heart.
Lacking integrity.
Words uttered as truth, actions revealing lies.
Lacking uprightness.
Bold declarations made, follow through is banal.
Lacking decency.
The face hopeful expecting forgiveness, another opportunity.
I lack the will.
I Write Her 