Shocking upheaval delivered unexpectedly.
The heartache pounded harshly inward.
Internal distress burnt a tortuous red.
A deep cut surrounded by a million small tears.
The stress widened all the wounds.
Anguish and heartbreak followed.
The future, unending and suffering agony.
Sorrow and grief dictated the next steps for survival.
This daedal misery mimicked a slow death.
Love left in a upset heap, an untidy disarray of hurt.
This… this from someone who cherished commitment.
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.
When you look into those eyes, how can you not want the best for them?
How can a child ever be subjected to anything but love and support? How can a person ever think to harm a child?
Being intentionally and forcefully dominating, it’s just wrong.
Wouldn’t you agree?
Innocence needs to be educated and given the opportunity to flourish rather than dominated, directed and oppressed.
Please tell me you agree?
name with rage.
escape my mouth. The high-decibel sound
waves of my hostile screams slam into the
walls. I’m seething,
Liar, liar. Divorce may be possible.
It’s cold and lonely next to you.
What to do, to break through?
Let me in.
I hurt because of you.
Then I died.
You deserved better.
I know that now.
Please forgive me.
A slimy, shit-stain
wrapped in a fake human suit.
Harsh? You deserve it.
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Everything new, a fresh start!
Things are heating up! Moi Caliente!
I’m seeing some changes!
How incredibly dead everything is!
You thought I meant the change of seasons.
I was referring to the cycle of relationships.
And just like that, I have a new friend.
Two strangers on different paths, both cementing a business arrangement. It produced a pleasant encounter, each enjoying the connection made.
It’s delightful to meet someone I can feel at ease with. For me, it happens rarely.
Those few people who look at life with enthusiasm and curiosity plant a kernel of positivity in me. They enthusiastically force me to engage again. And they are invested in their lives on a scale which most people dare not even tread.
I like that. A lot.
Those are my kind of people. Rare, and precious.