i can feel us drift from the magic
our love becoming a relic
the stars once brilliant,
are now dim
the water we swim in
becoming bloody inky
the beast boils within
a demise beginning
it tracks as the light of love extinguishes
no more words will change the truth
no longer the hunter of the exquisite
i confess disillusionment
for this holy union
as i hear the echo of desires long gone
flames wishing to re-ignite
yet dampened by the inability to catch on a spark
a reality experienced by so many of us
over and over
until we just can’t anymore
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Privileged
Redux
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 safekeeping.
Pleasure replaced agony.
Excitement replaced fear.
Love embodied our present.
Am I privileged or are you?
Originally posted September 30, 2018, on I Write Her.
Maybe
Redux
The gift of time, effort, and quality is love.
Intimate sincerity landing softly in the heart.
I’m not receiving what you think you’re giving.
Maybe you don’t understand what love is?
Maybe I don’t know how to receive it?
Maybe I expect too much?
Maybe you don’t give enough?
Maybe I was wrong?
Originally posted September 27, 2018, on I Write Her.
Slow Burn
it starts as if a fantasy
every box checked
he’s perfect
don’t you know
slowly…
deliberately…
it becomes a trap
from which you
can’t escape
easily
you become disabled
in the head
so you’ll stay
out of need
still thinking it’s love
but knowing something’s off
the courage and independence
fighting to be recognized
that’s not love
it’s a cage
mistook nice
as being invested
mistook attentive
for genuine care
but the details of todays
are boring
the atmosphere thick
with silence
the possibilities become a dead end
Languishing Here
relationship blues
twenty years hemming, hawing
death would be kinder
Privileged
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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 safekeeping.
Pleasure replaced agony.
Excitement replaced fear.
Love embodied our present.
Am I privileged or are you?
Maybe
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The gift of time, effort, and quality is love.
Intimate sincerity landing softly in the heart.
I’m not receiving what you think you’re giving.
Maybe you don’t understand what love is?
Maybe I don’t know how to receive it?
Maybe I expect too much?
Maybe you don’t give enough?
Maybe I was wrong?
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