I hope you enjoy this truth as much as I did. Thank you for sharing, Precious!
do this, then what
do that, then this
options, directions, decisions
helpful? maybe, maybe not
go one way
worse than before
they say prioritize
work on the major
then tackle the minor
it’s all still chaos
decision or indecision
shackled in pain
cutting out hope
from the others,
to act so jelly.
Stop being possessive.
What’s wrong with the human race?
It’s evidently rampant now.
Be careful your envy is showing.
So’s your disgusting greedy behavior!
(It’s good with you near) But, baby, it’s cold out here
(In my arms you’re my dear) But, baby, it’s cold out here
(So let’s go inside) Been hoping that you’d say that
(Try to warm up) Let’s snuggle together real nice
women will be cold
until consent is given
then men will get warmth
but not before
these are the times now
are to be respected
get with the program
**some social commentary on the recently controversial song “Baby, It’s Cold Out There”
let’s light up
be my flame
a hot warmth
scorch me with tenderness
burn me with excitement
dance for me
with teasing licks
rage inside me
don’t ever burn out
*deep sorrowful sigh
I’m sorry. So, so sorry.
I didn’t succeed in saving you from your fate.
You’re broken now. The trust is gone, and so are your reserves. Your faith in love is shattered. It seems utterly unbelievable to have made it to this place of darkness. But you’re here now… and I’m hurting with you, dearest.
Oh pain, please just go away! Leave him alone. The agony is too much for tender shoulders to bear. Ease up… I beg you.
You’ll get through this, people say. It doesn’t feel like that when you’re in the thick of it though. But know this… I’m here till the tears stop rolling, the deep ache subsides and the reality of moving on alone becomes easier to accept. Whatever you need, love… I promise.
I’m here for you. Always.
*Originally published on PhiloSusi 4/17/16
Love soothes, but only with genuine empathy.
Don’t remove the struggle from my control.
Let me gain the knowledge I need to grow.
Be by my side, watch me heal.
See the places where it takes me.
Love doesn’t fix things. It just eases the conflict.
Don’t be the answer to my problems, my wannabe protector.
Be my companion on my own personal journey.
Enjoy my company, enhance my experience,
and inspire me by the path you take.
Love doesn’t happen in a vacuum. It needs you and me, together.
Free from distrust, anxiety, worry, anger, and shame.
It’s a warm place, filled with comfort and ease.
It’s a space where wholeness resides.
Our happy place created together.
Love feels easy, but people are hard. They’re complicated and stupid.
Don’t sabotage a good thing, intentionally or unintentionally.
Remember I’m who you love; you know why you do.
Fill any distance with kindness and care.
Especially those times when you’re sad.
Love always wants more quality-rich lingering moments of sweetness.
Any effort on your part to provide them is cherished.
Your reward is acquiescence to almost anything.
Comfort and pleasure is our prize.
Don’t hold back. Give me what I crave.
Love is required. And love is needed.
Your actions made me feel like I wasn’t special to you.
I was important to you. Did you show it?
I was a good friend. But not enough for you.
You loved me unconditionally, but I was too much to take.
I was unique and different, but I was too combative.
I was such a role model, but indeed too honest for you.
It’s good that I’m honest. But I just wasn’t sensitive to others.
I was just me.
And you didn’t know how to take me.
Then I doubted myself because of you.
I shouldn’t have.
Our connection ceased to exist because of your selfishness and your ego.
A war of two individuals with no victory for you or me.
You gave up while I was actually still fighting for us.
Then I let you go…. willingly.
Self-preservation was required.
I realized that all you would do is continue to injure me.
I am important.
I have value.
I am special.
And you will never fuck me over again.
need strength to walk
away from pleasure and pain
the remnants of our past
keep me connected to you
my brain thunders
with the memories
of our souls being as one
the connection everlasting
a fleeting hope of resurrection
pins me to you still
a false statement of contrition
tires my commitment
stop playing games
with my affection
break this hold
if it’s not real
please let me break free
Inspired by Reena’s Exploration Challenge Week 63
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