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Same Story...Ad Nauseam
Love never promised any guarantees
Yet we consistently sign that contract don't we?
Hoping..praying for a different outcome
Something not like before
Something real
Tangible...long lasting
And here we are
Always finding ourselves fasting
Not by choice..but by default
Taking unwanted love breaks
Trying to shake the blues
And the feeling of being used
Excusing our own faults
Blind to our own hand
In the making of our self imposed
Purgatory
Because we loved so hard, right?
Forever scarred
Lugging around our emotional damage
In packed suitcases as
Cognitive dissonance takes root
And we're encouraged to
Speak our truth
Which is nothing more than
How we felt about the outcome
When we look back and think about it
If ever
So we move forward
Constantly looking in the rear-view mirror
As a guide for future endeavors
Of love...sometimes
Confusing it with obsession
While never reconciling
How lust may have played its part
Thus the heart suffers
From the abscess of rotted blind spots
And the blame game
Becomes more sophisticated
Nuanced in self righteousness
Screaming out loud 'the world owes us'
Trying to project this view
Into all our interactions
Never relating
Just reliving the pain
Over and over
Through the blurred vision
Of a tainted window
Published 15th Sep 2018
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18th Sep 2018 5:24am
I've never been able to figure out how you write like this,
your secret virtuosity is splendid and merely unfathomable.
there's something about that presses against the heart ....
your secret virtuosity is splendid and merely unfathomable.
there's something about that presses against the heart ....
18th Sep 2018 7:46am
Thank you so much m'lady. Words from one as eternally gifted as you
truly caresses and inspires.
truly caresses and inspires.
