What if love became so overwhelming, such an inextinguishable force that its true purpose betrayed itself completely?
To the point that even the utterance of those three powerful words, that at a different junction had held such promise, now left a distinct taste of uncertainty on the lips and a ringing of insanity in the ear drum. What else does one say when the most pure form of expression and commitment echo with distain and regret?
Even as I slide into introspection, diving deep to the point of no return, there seems to be no logical path, no penance for the monster I have created. Through my own autonomous actions and neglect I have reached this dark place. Perhaps I indulged beyond a point where thoughts and actions have boundaries. A broken compass , spinning without meaning. All indicators in tact, every cog and point in place, magnetism lost to exaggerated memories, fears and regrets.
Self delusion is a drink that is best served with company. With companionship the mind tends to believe its own meddling. Delusions are mistaken for truth and biased opinions blur with reality.  
All roads lead to pain. Every so often a spark jumps to the surface of my consciousness.  A pin ***** exclaiming hope.  It’s a glitch of my own creation. The belief in happy endings and love prevailing. That love is more powerful than any disappointment, mistake or breech in trust. My reality had been resurfaced and augmented by the media. Love stories are just that. Stories.  A wave of manufactured hope, washing over the beach of the human psyche. Every grain of sand is washed back to the sea just as it has arrived.
Happiness, a flame burning on a tiny wick. Enjoy the heat while it lasts for it is going to be a cold winter. And the power is out.

The reoccurring response I hear when I ask a girl why she continues to date her unfaithful boyfriend seems to always be..."I don't know, it's because I love him."

My mind can't seem to wrap around this whole idea, like the legs of the girls your "boyfriend" seduced yesterday night. Please explain to me,how can you love a man that doesn't even love you, because he's just infatuated by your *****? How can you  love a man who's brain resembles the size of his ****, that only looks for chicks who are willing to let him play his sick tricks on them? How can you love a man who's eyes always seem to wander down the bodies of girls, when his eyes should only be fixed on you, not stuck on girls who look a hell of a lot like you. How can you love a man who disrespects your morals and neglects your needs because he's too busy leading you on, as if you can't catch on, to his sneaky ways. A man who doesn't even have the decency to say I just don't have feelings anymore? How can you possibly love a man whose only demand is to have ***? That refuses to show you his texts, because "she's" only a friend? How can you love a man who's pastime is Cod, but don't you think it's odd that he talks to his "friend" more than you? How can you love a man that gravitates to a new girl like fresh meat? One that thinks he can just cheat on you with any girl that speaks to him.

*How can you love an unfaithful man?

December 18, 2013

Words stab like knives. Each syllable uttered slices deeper into the nothingness that is this emotion.
Actions break bones. Pressure mounts and mounts until the sharp, quick snap ends in a flash of pain.
Caring suddenly becomes your worst trait. It muddies the waters of a once clear pool. Give. Try. Fail.
Repeat. Something so important becomes something you put so much effort into that you beat it half to death. The mystery is gone. The excitement is gone. The surprise is gone. The anger never leaves. The fighting never ceases. The hostility, rage, disappointment, misunderstanding, and fury never die.

It is still salvageable, so long as everyone agrees. As long as one person is not at their breaking point, you can always go back. Go back to the mystery, the excitement, the surprise. Effort is crucial. Patience is key. Understanding is vital.

Love lives.

His kisses were that of a fine wine
The words he spoke
Washed away the pain of time
With nimble fingers mended the tear
That no one else realized was there

A glance from his eyes
Chased away my deepest fears
Gentle touch dried my flow of tears

His body rested
Peacefully next to mine
No one would part us
Heart and soul intertwined

Contented and peaceful
I was from the start
He is all that I require
The love of my heart

(Written for my love)

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