Starving a love’s connection is an easier out for men than saying goodbye, which I guess is why they often choose to do this.
There is no real invested accountability, and they protect their selves by retaining power – yet keep soaking up the would be partner’s heartfelt energy until it becomes drained from lack of mutual nourishing.
And we all know what happens when too much of that happens.
Distance makes the heart grow tired, feeling undesired and irrelevant.
She had cried on the drive back…
When she got up early the next morning to use the bathroom, she looked down and noted that her ankles and feet were turning purple.
She shouldn’t be surprised, though, due to how much she had danced through swelling – and she had felt proud to be at least briefly well coordinated.
Maybe it was him, but
Lacking confirmation
She left alone again
From across the dance floor, their eyes kept meeting.
He had a beautiful smile, and his gaze was sweetly endearing.
(Title of multiple meanings)
Waking from a stressed dream too hot for comfort, she dismounted that one, cooled off for a moment, and then climbed on to ride another.
(Title of multiple meanings)
Early in, she became frustrated with the DJ’s modality because as soon as he finally got into a good beat, he’d snatch it away again with minor interlude transitional meandering.
Once she figured out the pattern and had several songs yanked out from under her, she decided that it was time to stop pushing her injuries beyond their tolerances in her rare persuit of having some dancing fun.
“On my way to my workout today, out of nowhere came a brown leaf from my right – angled and arcing as if deliberately sent to crash into my car to get my attention – like when the snowflake arrived in the movie, ‘I Am Dragon,’ right before the bride-to-be’s dragon arrived.
Very soon after this, a bird dove sharply from the low left, causing me to slow suddenly.
A promise, and a warning of caution that ‘things are not as they seem.'”
“I’m not sure how to address it, because it is due to parasympathetic system disruptions resulting in lymphatic swelling.”
“When I would be here, again.”
“A cloak which protects that which is fragile.”
“Funny how things like to dissuade dreams from becoming reality.”
“I’m pretty good at dissolving into the air.
I don’t even try – and the streets clear around me.
Maybe I have some latent ability.
Or maybe when I’m just so still inside, everything around me expands and quiets.”
I look forward to when we can have time together.
Sweet dreams.
“Simple things.”
(Gratitude)
“I’m A-li-ive!”
Social Club?
(Help! – lol)
In a foreign landscape.
“I don’t trust you as far as I can throw you – and I can’t far you very throw!”
(Yell-griping at my gps maps because she keeps misleading my routes, forcing me to go across “perilous” bridges – “I’m gonna eat her soul – I know where she lives!!!”)
“‘I’m losing my sh**…’
But isn’t sh** meant to be lost?
I mean, why would you want to keep it around?
And so, why do we cling to it?”
“It’s like hunting for Easter eggs – but way less fun.”
“I looked at a musical artist’s picture and thought to myself, ‘Ah…she’s goin’ for that Grace Jones look” – having never before seen the imagery in my five beyond half of a century years.
Then I looked down at the artist’s name.
It was Grace Jones.”
It tears me up inside that we can’t share our love in person with each other.
“Maybe I am just someone who goes around deep listening.
Not for anyone’s secrets – but for that brief cue of how to help brighten their day.”
For one’s soul to be
Able to shine purely
Takes courage to overcome
Negative societal influences
“There’s a critter in my bedroom, again.
It’s getting more bold in its movements along the edges since lack of other animals in my room.
I wouldn’t really care except that this is my room, and it might be preganant – as well as it is no longer hiding, which means it might try to take over and spread its mess and cause prospective damage in its boldness.
I can hear it now by my drums, whereas it used to be only in the opposite corner to nestle.”
To see people go in and come out with their pizza combo order boxes.
“I very much dislike that the common ending trope of vampiric love sagas is that though love is found, in the end, one or both of the lover must die unrequited.
This “flies” (bat reference) in the face of the whole immortal thematic of what a pair of lovers with access to such powers should be able to achieve and secure together – which is a rare kind of everlasting, getting to be experienced deepest love exchange.
I appreciate that in Bram Stoker’s book version, they thought Dracula died, and Mina lived her life with her mortal husband until he passed, but then reunited with her soul’s true bond once free to do so.
Having already lived out the ‘mortal death’ of prior marriage(s), I am looking forward to getting to experience true paradise, through its various shades of light to gray, with my Guy.”
Nose tucked behind the false safety of a thin edge of a bed sheet: “Feck It!”
(Passing out briefly again – now for more than one reason)
Chased out of any further trying to sleep in the borrowed bedroom due to the cat leaving a stinky present in its litter box.
“Oh, God – Why?!’“
“Waking up after barely sleeping, and apparently having an allergic reaction to a different abode’s cat litter in a borrowed bedroom due to my home having no heat last night, I found that body had swollen and my eyes were puffed and wrinkly as if I were eighty years old.
Quite a not the confidence booster on what many would think should be a special morning.
In this case, it’s a good thing that ‘beauty’ is only ‘skin deep.’
Sheesh.”
I need you to be part of my reality, every day, so that we may experience and share love and grow with each other.
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