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2.11.2009

Revelation

Repeating the same tired out cycle, pure insanity. This has become mentally draining, mind boggling, we've been driving too far. We're past the finishing the line, and quite frankly you've dragged me out for too long. Pulling me back, then pushing me away has never been healthy. And it didn't have to be like this. 

If you have an ounce of care for someone, why intentionally hurt them? I never quite understood that way of living. I could never relate to intentionally hurting those in my circle, and those who held a special place in my heart. Yes, MY heart. Its more then just an organ that pumps blood through the body, the heart has power over the mind. And maybe that's were are lines got crossed...
Perhaps I was ignoring my mind, following my heart. While you were ignoring you're heart and following your mind. 
Who truly knows, I no longer know who you are. I see you're true colors and they aren't bright.

These violent delights have violent ends
And in their triumph die, like fire and powder,
Which, as they kiss, consume.
I've never embraced violence, never embraced hateful words, never embraced confrontation. 
I want to love and be loved in return. I want to grow and learn through others as well as myself. I have a generous heart, an open soul, a natural instinct to care.

Though I loved you like no other, I'll let you go into the dark. In fear of light, you walked away. I am not here to make you change, I only embraced moments we shared. Replayed conversations in my head, felt you're heart beating against my chest. I only lived in the moment, never dwelled on past days. 
And as you recall, reminisce, remember the days we shared... you will smile and frown knowing I was truly there. You made your decision perfectly clear, so continue living the way you do. I'm washing my hands clean of you, I don't deserve this. You've stepped all over me and reopened the same wounds, that have become ugly scars. Proceed making up negative thoughts about me, none of them are true. I gave you no reason to hate or mistreat me. All this stress you talk about was placed by only you. I merely tried to help, calm and soothe.



"For you and I are past our dancing days"

Photographs from W Magazine by Mario Sorrenti

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