It started off so wonderful, so quickly, so imperative, so necessary, so wrong, so now. You reeled me in with things and dreams, and parallel tastes in Rock N Roll, Jazz, Neo Soul and Film. You made me smile even when I felt that there was nothing to smile about. I assured you that you were ok in your skin and embraced it all with openness and care. As hard as I tried to fight it, the feelings were oozing out of me like blood and soon, I was completely, and utterly apart of you. I sometime wonder if you were ever a part of me. We didn’t know where one another were going, or where we came from, we just knew that This. Felt. So. Right. Nothing even mattered. Because we acted on passion and impulse. I was so in synch with your pulse.
So then, why are we both standing here empty? Why are the tears ever flowing from our faces? Why have we hurt one another beyond repair? Despair fills the air and the entanglement of broken promises, verbal thrashings and limited hope envelopes us without a stamp.
And, what’s the point of placing blame? We both did this. We both gave way.
Once again, I am at a crossroads between “What the hell?” and “What’s next?”
So until I know which way to go, I will remain “steel”. (Ha)
I understand how you feel completely. I believe we've all been where you are: at a crossroads not knowing where to go from here. I have faith that everything will work out the way it was intended, whether that be what's ideal from our perspectives or not. Stay Strong.
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