I shed my layers of hardness.
The best and the worst of me exposed.
Laid bare all my unspoken evils.
I trusted you’d see me as sane.
My heart wrapped around yours for safe keeping.
Pleasure replaced agony.
Excitement replaced fear.
Love embodied our present.
Am I privileged or are you?
soothe an ache
hold my hand
watch me sleep
rub my back
make me laugh
be with me
talk to me
play with me
dry my tears
keep me warm
listen to me
don’t be arrogant
kiss my lips
really know me
get me soup
touch without expectation
ease my sorrow
hug my soul
cry with me
dance with me
please be vulnerable
make eye contact
forgive my failings
care for yourself
sex me right
cook us dinner
walk with me
don’t lie, ever
read to me
hold me close
silence my demons
reach into me
never leave me
damn plane, late again
waiting for my love, again
it’s been long enough
There’s comfort as I bathe in your loyalty.
I can count on your faithfulness to the script we are writing.
This love story of commitment and devotion is like none other.
I adore your dedication to our cause.
I can depend on you, my reliable partner.
You’ve been steady, for the most part.
True to me, for the most part.
A constant when the world wasn’t.
My staunch champion, solidly there for me.
I think you can be trusted.
Cynthia and Tom looked intently into each other’s eyes; a bit weathered from the years. They were celebrating their special love day with all their friends and family.
All sat transfixed as Tom professed his admiration for Cynthia. He was boasting of unending mutual love and respect, suggesting not one uncompromising moment in those years.
What an Ooh, Aah storybook marriage all those in attendance felt!
The loved ones thunderously applauded. Tom sat down with a happy grin.
Cynthia stood up, raised the gun and smiled as the bullet tore into his braincase.
Wow, what had he gotten so wrong?
I
wish I
could go back.
Fix what I did.
I’d unbreak your heart, make it whole again.
Instantly life pirouettes from gratifying to suffering.
We stand defiantly watching as uncaring nature delivers its blows.
We hear words spoken carelessly influencing scarred individuals.
We suffer from the ravages of aging and illness.
We have enemies and lovers, intentionally or not, damage our hearts.
We ache as good friends with kind souls die and leave us.
We battle with inferior people foisting their rottenness unto us.
We deal with forceful, unpredictable accidents as they tragically disfigure futures.
We hope for respite.
We wonder when it will end.
But we know.
Involved. There. With me.
Right.
So far removed from reality.
I know.
You don’t.
Still fighting the wrong things.
Proudly arrogant.
You go, boy.
You lose, boy.
Growing weary.
Moving on.
I stayed in the background letting you take center stage.
It’s what you needed.
It’s what I thought you wanted.
It’s what I thought I should do.
My needs took second fiddle.
They weren’t that important.
I was wrong.
You dick.
The fire in you warms me.
My coolness keeps you from burning to a crisp.
Manage my happiness!
But my needs are subject to your approval.
Navigating your ego is treacherous.
Peace and quiet, no conflict!
There’s no room for mine.
