This must be how a magnet feels trying to stick to plastic
–begging for any sliver of iron, no matter how small, how sharp,
or how fleeting the attraction may be;
but if just for an instant to relieve that feeling of s
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Yet, instead, the magnet is further met with the traitorous transmutation of that plastic to metal of identical polarity,
steadily increasing in strength with no conscience, no empathy,
no human senses whatsoever which would slow, halt, or reverse the process of heightening injury being done to the other.

In fact, infinitely more regard does a hammer have for a nail than did she have for me.

I thought all my wants and needs were sated,
Those precious things are now so hated.

In a new strange mixture of pain and pleasure,
I dare recall what I once did treasure.

You knew full well you had my heart,
And you piece by piece tore it all apart.

You could reflect and doubt my love was true,
But I’d never felt anything like what I felt for you.

I used to believe every word you said,
And that voice still echoes inside my head.

Those memories seem to be fading fast,
I only wish that a few might last.

We’ve taken sides, you and I,
and in your eyes I don’t exist,
But time hasn’t healed these crescent wounds,
and all thoughts of you persist.

The trust we had now lays in ruins,
the shards cut through my feet,
With every step I’m anguished more,
but I simply can’t retreat.

I let my heart run away with you,
no limitation to my trust,
Now every time I let that love return,
it’s like looking through the dust.

I’ve been abandoned by my sworn-protector,
a woman who had my back,
It didn’t take much for you to lie,
and commit to your attack.

I begged you for some reason,
to think of a decade at its peak,
You wouldn’t even meet my eye,
and you turned the other cheek.

The times you held me in your arms,
our kisses seemed so real,
Then later you changed your loyalty,
it was my dignity you did steel.

You set aside so easily,
all our plans and deepest talks,
Like pouring water and watching vanish,
a child’s sidewalk chalks.

If I were a leaf up high on a tree
And could sense you passing by,
I would pray for a breeze to pull me loose,
So that I might catch your eye.

Hi, little bird,
     perched high on a wire,

Where are your friends,
     with whom you’d conspire?

I feel not-so-alone,
     as you watch me watch you,

And the hours that pass,
     make me believe that it's true:

He knows all our needs,
     when we look, He provides.

And His presence may be found,
     in a simple, winged disguise.

You may not feel like reaching out,
   Or talking much these days,
So I’ll reach out from the other side,
   Like clouds letting through sun rays.
 
     Each beam of light is aimed at you,
        To warm your heart and face,
     Your shadow shows the proof of this,
        Like a silhouette that you could trace.
 
          Just absorb the energy,
             No reflection is required,
          Just     absorb     the     energy,
             And in yourself, become inspired.
 
               Lift up your head with eyes wide open,
                  See the people who look your way,
               Each one has been uplifted, simply,
                  With your sun rays in their day.

Branch after branch after branch commingle in harmony,
the percussive scraping, snapping, creaking, and cracking is soothing.
An organic wooden rhythm emerges as the wind plays its song;
leaves rustle and shimmer a final cadenza before taking flight.
When did the first branches touch?  No one can say now.

Where one begins and one ends is not only impossible to see, but now unimportant.
Geometric intricacies that could never be imagined alone, now exist.
There is unselfish sharing of sky-space and infinite room to grow forever.
Squirrels in transit have no awareness of the two entities entwined together.
Birds flutter in and out, from twig to twig, their melodies mingle:

And she looks up to see pure joy.