Being With You

Thoughts on Love #17

Love.

The word is full of expectations. You think there will be joy and comfort in love, you think there will be safety and confidence. However, the truth is that love defies expectations.

It shatters what we think we know and enhances truth in our lives. The truth about love is that love is truth, and that is something that is untaintable.

The world fell silent

But still you dance

With movements flowing

Like a newborn river

Knowing the path

The pattern

The way

But still unable to take it

A metaphorical

Gun to my head

Threaten a fate

I would rather

Instead

A moment too soon

Or not soon enough

Maybe this metaphor

Is more real

Than I thought

God in his wisdom made the fly And then forgot to tell us why.

Ogden Nash’s Zoo

Dont you think I've hurt enough?

My chest is pieces

My heart is numb

Razor sharp words

Shred my skin

Daggers of emotions

Carve my soul

You did this!

Yet you scream at me

For being broken

And mangled

As if it were my fault

For loving

In the first place

The screen on the back porch tore last night

When the weather was so bad

My apathetic cat curled up beside me to ride out the storm.

You hated that cat but I called it mine

Long before I was yours.

We built the screen together "like a real couple"

The only project I ever talked you into.

I dreamed that we would sip our coffee in the morning air

Watching sunrise together, the two of us

With the cat purring in my lap.

We never used it once and you called it useless

And I didn't see the point in going out

If we didn't do it together.

But now the screen is ripped, the metal prongs pointed angrily at your chair.

It ripped

And you aren't here to fix it.

Staring here at the hole, sipping my coffee alone with that damn cat pawing at the mosquito that's breached containment

and I can't help but wish it all meant something

In the end.

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Day 4/14

Revelation rides the wind

Like foam upon the waves

And I long to hear

What it has to say

But fear it meaning

The end of us

Living in the Empty

How can i feel like empty space?

A dark abyss

Infinite in its shallows

And also in its depths

I am swimming forever

Drowning in an eternal loop

Only to awake once more

In the neverending shadows

I am being swallowed

Trapped, consumed, then freed

Alone in this infinity

With only darkness to breathe.

She is like the ocean

Her waves as soft and calm

Brushing my ankles

Like kisses at dawn

She is like the ocean

The towering frozen sea

Where the waves as tall as mountains

Threaten to topple me

She is like the ocean

Dark, at times, but brave

Stronger than I ever was

And soothing through the days

Thoughts on Beauty #2

She saw herself as hideous, so she marked her skin in red. What she never knew was how beautiful the scars were. They were an expression which showed that she could still feel, even after all she had been through. That is more beautiful than any amount of foundation or concealer. 

Because of those scars, she knew she could endure.