And its funny the way you work,
you pretend to know me better than I know myself.
And you say that it hurts sometimes,
but I know it could be worse.
You lightly caress my arm,
tell me it will all be better soon.
I am always confused,
are you are just lying to heal me now?
Run away,
the chronic pain always returns.
You serenade me with small talk.
The in's and out's of your life through miniscule repetitive phrases.
start.
You are inundated with this ongoing cycle.
It's infinitive process intrigues you.
go on.
My soul, stirred with your temptation, drifts back.
It's just a seductive set to you.
match point.
Your words, strong and unyielding, set a trap.
you have won.
They hold me helpless all over again.
It has turned into everything
we said it wouldn't.
I never thought I'd spend
most days without your face.
The most intriguing part is
that I don't miss it.
I am so happy with the space
that is between us.
Everyday is another breath I have
never experienced before.
I never realized that, with you, I was inhaling polluted air.
I thought about writing this for you, but then I thought about what you put me through.
I was planning on talking about our lives in short sweet syllables no one could resist.
I considered honoring all the moments we had in the images, then I noticed the gaps that stood between them.
The times you shook my heart to the ground, you didn't even consider the consequence.
My heart made it's roots in the earth's hollow floor, now I can hardly lift it high enough to function.
Every time you come close, roots implant themselves back into the dirty grime of our past.
I always end with these late night cringes, my consequence of resurfacing the forgotten.
There is this love I wish I could put into words.
words do not do it justice though, but it seems silence does not either.
My daddy explained it to me through the beauty. How it was in every sway of the willows soft branches, and every sharp light that woke me in the morning.
My momma explained it to me through the life. How one hug she gave made me feel more at home than a thousand kisses from the neighbor boy. How one promise from her was greater than any word a teacher tried to speak.
It just made sense. I couldn't explain it to my friends, or figure out why it was given to me. I wished to express it, but no one got it. No one could figure out what I was trying to give. Until you. You looked like you'd lost it, so I figured I could at least try to return this love to you. what I learned was that this beauty, this life, this... love, was never just mine. it was never just yours. it was ours. I could never give it away because I was never suppose to, it'll live in me till I die. it's beauty shining brighter than that same sun that woke us when we were young. We have been sharin' it from the very beginning.
