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he was someone I used to know
a long time ago
she chose him
everything that was right and wrong
outside of herself
holding fast to their youthful
view of their world
how they could bend it to their will
how beautiful it was
like watching a storm build
over the ocean they dove
into so eagerly
tossing and spinning
in the deep
not a care was given
to the danger
she would bathe in the
magnificence of his spirit
looking beyond herself
peering in from
a blurred perspective
sandwich glass windows
pinching the light
setting things slightly askew
even the pain he projected
onto her fair skin
with the force of his words
she could always find ways to forgive
because she chose this human out of
every other
he was her
sunshine whispering
all warm and comfortable
and her rain that drenched
her in cold tsunamis
her pleasure
limbs entwined softly
so lovingly for a time
and her pain
where his physicality became
a figure of how he could
shame her into submissions
twisting their bodies in fits
of needing
but there was no sex
in his madness
in desperation
she would talk herself
out of herself
removing any part that didn't
go along with their story
the one they chose to
let the world see
not this
the one that came in
like a freight train
without it's wheels
spinning out of control
slipping off the rails
while she held on for dear life
this was her long time ago
man who held so much promise
who had such big dreams beyond
that pinched glass
that sent beautiful prisms
of light onto bare walls
still she chooses
to chase rainbows
and butterflies
dipping her toes in now and again
to those beautiful depths
that offer excitement
where she has learned to float
softly and not dive too deeply
where the surrendering is much
more peaceful
and undisturbed
because at one time
she chose him
he was all
she thought she needed
.... it was okay to be wrong
she chose him
everything that was right and wrong
outside of herself
holding fast to their youthful
view of their world
how they could bend it to their will
how beautiful it was
like watching a storm build
over the ocean they dove
into so eagerly
tossing and spinning
in the deep
not a care was given
to the danger
she would bathe in the
magnificence of his spirit
looking beyond herself
peering in from
a blurred perspective
sandwich glass windows
pinching the light
setting things slightly askew
even the pain he projected
onto her fair skin
with the force of his words
she could always find ways to forgive
because she chose this human out of
every other
he was her
sunshine whispering
all warm and comfortable
and her rain that drenched
her in cold tsunamis
her pleasure
limbs entwined softly
so lovingly for a time
and her pain
where his physicality became
a figure of how he could
shame her into submissions
twisting their bodies in fits
of needing
but there was no sex
in his madness
in desperation
she would talk herself
out of herself
removing any part that didn't
go along with their story
the one they chose to
let the world see
not this
the one that came in
like a freight train
without it's wheels
spinning out of control
slipping off the rails
while she held on for dear life
this was her long time ago
man who held so much promise
who had such big dreams beyond
that pinched glass
that sent beautiful prisms
of light onto bare walls
still she chooses
to chase rainbows
and butterflies
dipping her toes in now and again
to those beautiful depths
that offer excitement
where she has learned to float
softly and not dive too deeply
where the surrendering is much
more peaceful
and undisturbed
because at one time
she chose him
he was all
she thought she needed
.... it was okay to be wrong
Published 9th Dec 2021
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9th Dec 2021 00:37am
Relatable as hell
I have actually chosen the boobie prize
on a couple of occasions.
Well done.
I have actually chosen the boobie prize
on a couple of occasions.
Well done.
10th Dec 2021 9:21pm
Thank you so much Nikkimoe for your thoughtful comments .. very much appreciated ... they say you are stuck in things sometimes until you realize the lesson .. personally, that kind of pisses me off lol .. I did choose the person .. but not his idea of love .. my goal is to never find myself there again ... in any lifetime.
27th Dec 2021 4:23pm
The bitterness when you can relate to a story that is best located in the past.
27th Dec 2021 5:11pm
Yes .. writing allows us to release and leave it all behind where it belongs .. thank you for your thoughtful comments . Much appreciated
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JeJe
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JeJe
