Thursday, March 13, 2014

Longing...



You can not miss someone who doesn't miss you back. Instead of longing... Belong to yourself first and foremost. Love yourself and you'll never long for anything. Real love is; you believe, you trust & have faith in it; it does not need. Kisses, m.


Belong

 (2-22-11)

 

I belong to no one.

He tells me Im setting you free.” 

I tell him thats alright,” because I enjoy being free. Solitude isnt a prison like everyone sees.

When he says it with that tone, I know he wanted a different response that I didnt give. So he stands there waiting for me to do or say something else.

Anything.

And I dont.

 

Im not backing down.

I jumped all the way in and hes still afraid to get his feet wet.

Come on in darling the water is fine.

Youve come this far, why not stay and swim.

 

His face stays fixed in amazement still waiting.

Im quiet.

 

Before he tells me that hesetting me free” he tells me that he wants space.

Well darling, this is what space feels like:

Its quiet, you cant breathe, your stomach is sick and theres no where to land.

Guess some people cant handle Zero-Gs. It makes them nauseous.

 

Hes staring at me with his broken half green face that hasnt been shaved in three days.

If hes letting go what more can be said?

Im wondering when hell lose his cool and blow.

Thats a funny thing about a stand-off

Someone has to end it. Or draw first.

 

And he draws.

He tells me that hell leave.

 

Whats he want me to do?

Scream?

Kick?

React with a knee jerk response.

Hell still walk out that door whether I give him one or not.

 

I say nothing and watch him walk to the door.

He slams the door shut instead of walking out it.

Nothing can be done with his fear.

I wish he would commit instead of playing this game.

 

All these things he tells me arent what he wants.

He wants to belong.

To belong to someone.

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