Behind closed doors
There  was a time  when a man  like him didn’t  speak  to  a women  like  her, but  I guess you  could compare  it to a point of time in history where  men  and women  knew how  to  stay faithful  to one another, without  all the complications  of  another  man  kissing  on his  wife  and  her  EXCUSE  would be that her  husband  was never there for her  emotionally
Or  when  a  women was left at her bed side   because  she  had  just  found out the man  she once  LOVED  was  having  an  affair  with one  of  her  closes friends, which  now  pregnant  with  their THIRD  child , praying  that when  she  found  out about  the  other women ,  that he would tell her that’s all she is  “the other women”,  
So now they are  left  with the choice  to talk  it out  for  the sake of  the 4 kids  they share or she   leave  him  where  she first  found him,  in  the  closet with  his  drink in one  hand, a  pack  of “ Smokes” in the other,  and the excuse he would use  was  that   she  didn’t  love him  enough, or  she  was  too  busy  being self-centered,  even  though  she  maintained  the  cooking and  cleaning,  taking  care  of  their  kids while also  maintaining  two  jobs  because her  husband could  not  even  keep one,
  Well  now  they  are   both left  in  the  middle  of  the  living room  just  staring at  each other  hoping   one  of  them  will break the silence because  silence kills, hoping one  or  the  other will explain their actions , because I mean  that’s  what its all about they  want at  the end  of  the day right  Hope, a prayer that It  can be fixed,
  It seems to  never  happen,  because what  they  don’t  realize is they  are both  fighting  for the  same  thing,  a question only boundaries can  clarify, so the both  of  them  just continue to stand  in the middle of the room unable  to see the  objective of  their   subjective issues,  they  are  so  busy  fighting   in  their  minds  that  they  can’t   even  start  to  constipate  on  the  idea   of  going  back   to  what  a  real  marriage  is   back to when  there  was such  thing as  COMMUNCATION ,  
She   moves her   foot   hoping  he  moves  his  lips  and  words come spilling   out,  he  blinks  his  eyes  praying  she  makes  the  first  move   because  he  doesn’t  know  what  to  say to  her , he  cries  silently   inside as  she  yells  outside  her  head  but  inside her intentions grow because she wants him to hear her point and he knows she speaking clear enough,
So now what they have reduced themselves to  this silent war the both them  afraid  to  take  Physical Action, so the  take  turns  walking away silently careful not  to take  a step to  loud that would force one or  the  other  to turn around , so  they turn  away from  each other, to  sleep in different beds  since that’s seems to be the only  thing they can  agree on for  tonight.
LOVE what does that feeling mean anymore the  one  verb  people  tend  to  overlooked, symbolically it  used  to  mean UNBREAKABLE , a  word   that  now  has no  meaning  its  thrown around  like a TOY in the need of  batteries
A  BOND   between  the ones daring to show affection ,but  now  it’s  just an action  that  everyone  is to scare to  show  rightly  anymore,  nonsense is the correct term,  so now  we  are  face  to face with  the  big  lime  green  elephant  in the room  running  away  like  its  being chanced around  by  mouse  careful  not  to  get  it  stuck  in its  trunk, starting new issues to avoid the current ones,  enjoying  pleasant conversations  in front of people, because we all know if  really think about it the picture  you  paint in front of people is  what they will always assume  happens Behind Closed Doors.


-Passion_Unique

Today I suffered a lost, this pain seems unbearable it feels  as if my heart has suddenly just suddenly  be misplaced,  a  case Amnesia is what I guess  he wanted me to feel ,what he thought that I would  just wake  the next day and memory would just be lost, he just left as I stared over his sprit praying that he would come back, I yelled  screamed and  everything in between but  nothing no  words  or  motion just   silence is what I felt
How about a warning  next time , now I’m stuck  ******* in the pain inside   trying to avoid embarrassed I’m starting feel , no remorse or hint of sympathy just  shame and  deprived
Can  you  see  these  wet things  falling or  my cheeks ,I know I can  because  their  at the tips of  my fingers one for  every word, motion writings that  now  seems like  lies  to  me  how  could  you just  take  him from  me  I thought we  had  an  understanding, a  deal is  what I say I do good  as  long you   keep him close to me.
No explanation, just a **** and he’s just gone, gone with the wind, expect even wind doesn’t move as fast as he did
I know I come off  kind of fragile at the moment, but  it’s  because I’ve never faced  something  like this before  
Something I’m unable to explain or reasoning with, now all that’s left is a warm body with cold heart

Now I bet you assume I was talking about death or even a bad break up
but at least if it  was death  there would be a cause and effect, if  it was a bad break  up I  could be  reasonable and deal with ,it could all be  explain, there would be a reason  for but what happen  
what I am experiencing is  much  more worse,  he  just walked away, just like that he was out of  my  life  like I  said  he  could of  at least giving me a warning I received no signals nor  signs or maybe he  did and I just mistook them for  them  empty threats
Words  with  no meaning is  what I called them, because I stated facts  when  he  was  just trying to  give me  his  opinion
If I took him more seriously I would have realized that he was suffering burning in pain things I tell myself now could I have stopped the disease that was controlling him
What if, and’s but’s, is all I think about now?  
What if I would stop what I was doing to hear him?
Would he have stayed? Maybe if I stopped worrying about my life, I could have taken his pain away?
Not  a day  goes  by  that I’m  not  thinking of  him, hoping he is off happy , safe  & filled  with  excitement
Today I lost a friend the  part of my soul that I can’t seem to forget,  I get this  burning sensation at the core  my heart whenever the  situation comes  to  mind,  cause  he’s  not  the only  person  with sadness inside
What if I called him and he picked up what’s the first thing I say, perhaps Sorry!!!! Maybe an apology is in need  
What if I said Hi would even bother to have a talk with me?

-PASSION_UNIQUE

I stumbled across a dream last night, or at least that’s what I believe it was
I seem to be having trouble deciphering whether it was a dream or possible an incomplete fantasy
Cause I seem to be awake, so I poked myself with a stick so I could feel the pain, I felt it so that must mean that I’m semiconscious
Or maybe reality is subconsciously catching up to  me, so I jumped in shower to wash the Sin away, then my animalistic Desire came into play, whispering nothing to me but that naught language
As my thought started to Unravel, I hopped out the shower because as cold as the water was the my real intentions seem to add fuel to the fire, and as the Steam starts to fill up the room, this all had seem to Excite me, it was quite the Delicious Poison
Metaphorically speaking
Instantly I knew wrong was wrong, but wrong never felt so good, yes was yes and no wasn’t even in my vocabulary,
Temptation surrounded my system , but my logical thinking stood in Tact, as I put pen to paper  an  intriguing presences captivated my attention intensifying this situation,
So I inquisitively and roughly took the music out my ear to stop the Teactresses   because I realized that temptation was sitting next to me the whole time
So you tell me is this something I should take lightly, because it seems hard as hell to carry.
Either way the thought of it is still hard to Admit.

-Passion_Unique