Thursday, July 9, 2009
As yet Untitled
It's the middle of the night my love, and I find myself lying in bed hurting for your touch, hurting to feel you, hurting to be with you. You have become a part of the essense of who I am. It's like being a tree with no leaves, a bird with no wings, or a heart with no beat. I cannot be complete without you.
Friday, April 3, 2009
Apology
Why did I let you back into my life again after all of these years where you lived as a fond memory of my first love.
Why did I let myself get so wrapped up in the thrill of it all that I allowed myself to get lost in your words. It took me 10 years to claim my life as mine, yet a few words from you took all of that away from me for a short while. I will survive this. I will put it behind me, but for now the open wound exposed to the air and the light burns.
You said you wanted to apologize for what you had did. It would have been better for me if you hadn't - and lived on as a memory.
If you truly cared about me, you would have left me alone to live my life without you as I have done for the past 30 years.
I hope you feel better about yourself, because you left me feeling like shit all over again. I hope you got what you wanted. I hope you satified your selfish need to feel better at my expense.
Why did I let myself get so wrapped up in the thrill of it all that I allowed myself to get lost in your words. It took me 10 years to claim my life as mine, yet a few words from you took all of that away from me for a short while. I will survive this. I will put it behind me, but for now the open wound exposed to the air and the light burns.
You said you wanted to apologize for what you had did. It would have been better for me if you hadn't - and lived on as a memory.
If you truly cared about me, you would have left me alone to live my life without you as I have done for the past 30 years.
I hope you feel better about yourself, because you left me feeling like shit all over again. I hope you got what you wanted. I hope you satified your selfish need to feel better at my expense.
Saturday, March 21, 2009
Old Wounds
Pick. Pick..Pick
The skin begins to rip rip rip…
But here we are pick pick pick…
Expose the wound to open air…..
Reliving old pain for reasons we don’t know….
Traveled so far down a road only to look up to see…
We have traveled in a circle right back to where this all started…..
This was not the plan…..the journey began as a way to close the circle…
But it turned against me and just opened an old wound.
So starts the healing process again.
Lesson learned?
The skin begins to rip rip rip…
But here we are pick pick pick…
Expose the wound to open air…..
Reliving old pain for reasons we don’t know….
Traveled so far down a road only to look up to see…
We have traveled in a circle right back to where this all started…..
This was not the plan…..the journey began as a way to close the circle…
But it turned against me and just opened an old wound.
So starts the healing process again.
Lesson learned?
Thursday, February 26, 2009
It's Amazing
I find it truely amazing that we can take a comment from an outsider ....someone who we have no more than a passing aquaintance....and make us feel less than.
I was friend "pinged" by someone online who thought I was someone they went to highschool with. While we did attend the same school, he had the right first name with the wrong last name. When he discovered that I was not who he thought I was, just someone else that shared the same first name of this other person, someone who did not belong to his crowd in school, someone I had forgotten about, he rudely dismissed our text messages with the same dismissive attitude I do remember him having in highschool. Highschool for chr#$t sakes.
Now while my adult mind can stand back and appauld his lack of growth as a person, I find it truely amazing that I let this person hurt who I am. My rational mind knows that this entire event is not worth wasting any emotion on, but yet in the small places that our true selves hide in the corners of our hearts, souls and minds, I still find this hurt little person. Why do we let such dismissive people make us feel less than. ....
I sit here tonight and can count the many wonderful loving supportive people in my life. Many many more than I can ever deserve, but yet this little flea of a being made me feel less than.....
I was friend "pinged" by someone online who thought I was someone they went to highschool with. While we did attend the same school, he had the right first name with the wrong last name. When he discovered that I was not who he thought I was, just someone else that shared the same first name of this other person, someone who did not belong to his crowd in school, someone I had forgotten about, he rudely dismissed our text messages with the same dismissive attitude I do remember him having in highschool. Highschool for chr#$t sakes.
Now while my adult mind can stand back and appauld his lack of growth as a person, I find it truely amazing that I let this person hurt who I am. My rational mind knows that this entire event is not worth wasting any emotion on, but yet in the small places that our true selves hide in the corners of our hearts, souls and minds, I still find this hurt little person. Why do we let such dismissive people make us feel less than. ....
I sit here tonight and can count the many wonderful loving supportive people in my life. Many many more than I can ever deserve, but yet this little flea of a being made me feel less than.....
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