How are you able to survive the life you have been given
When your heart hangs from a string.
Tangled around your feet you stumble.
But you seem so very humble.
What has caused the passion for the pain around you?
Let me fill that dark void with the stars from my sky.
Maybe the light will guide you and illuminate
the hanging arteries in your chest.
This is where you heart lie,
And here is the piece of you I find.
“That was her.
Pure, lucid, evil.
I’d sleep all right with that on top of me.”
Fascination that had found me dumbfounded. To be pure is to be blemish free, to be lucid is to be known, to be evil you must lack the other two qualities.
I was once told, “I’ll protect you.” I remember being told this by a 110lb girl that stood before me holding my hand. I laughed slightly because I am a 250lb man that has always been the protector. But then quickly I gained composer over my laughing, because this was something no one had ever told me, not even my father. Sure he demonstrated it but never said it.
These powerful words rolled off my lovers lips. Never had I ever seen someone stand up for me like her. She had a way with words that demanded respect in the most polite way, but also cut with fiery to any ropes of affliction attached to me. She would strike my foes down with several well placed words. No one had been that person to protect me. That was an action of love.
“I will always care for you.” Never utter those words again, because the way you talk to me does not resemble ‘care’ it doesn’t even resemble a friend. You treat me as I am your foe now. I do not udenserstand why, I never cheated, never left you, never abused you, never let you down, never let your tears fall, never let you take on troubles alone. I rescued you. . . so you had once said.
But now you speak to me as if I owe you something.
Just remember I said I’d always be here for you together or not and that is something I ment. You’re the one that is not.