We’ll run into each other..
Well I haven’t been there for two years and we do…
But you just let it go…
I’m just letting it sink in…
Are you some kind of idiot??
This has got me thinking …..
I’m gonna be okay. Just been having my mid-life crisis a little early. Maybe we’ll laugh about this in ten years when all our friends hit theirs.
Almost 10 since my ex had last contacted me at a belated hand off of goods at Sakura hibachi grill. We had parted on as about as amicable as I knew how, but I did the whole social media removal thing in Hope’s of not falling into the many obsession traps I knew to exist in long term partings.
I was now married to someone links to my time in Wyoming, with a daughter a few years old.
I get tripped up in describing what came next because I dont know how to define when you have a conversation internally that then manifests .
In my early motherhood I would get real stuck on the worry that somehow I had chosen a partner that would bring about my darkest fears, and had sent out this telepathic line for an outside party with experience just to kind of scope out the situation and evaluate.
Lo, not much time passes and it’s my ex contacting my now husband about attending a metal show together . He does this not just once , but a few times. I reach out to inquire, to get a feel for why hes deciding to make his presence known over this way and also reestablishsocial media contact. He tells me my husband a good guy, sends a few likes to some pictures of my daughter and the cats and let’s me know about the electricians path hes been walking.
I’m more inclined to let things rest as sometimes our conversations are not physical and sometimes even if things don’t work out in company the opportunity to say I’m still looking out for you may also become a space of behavior.
Not that I haven’t considered more dangerous alternatives.
To Who Howls at the Moon,
I could not help but follow the sound of your wail.
You whined of pains that I knew so well.
Your words spoke to me as if they were my own, and so I harmonized as I walked to your cliff. I arrived.
You sang me so many songs, so happy someone would listen the cries you only could tell the sky. You sang me promises of a love larger than the world as your eyes glittered like the stars.
In return I put myself in the path of the hunters without a thought because you would do the same for me, or so I thought.
I have followed your wail for years, hoping to teach you a ballad of joy.
I have seen your wounds and have done my best to stitch them closed.
Yet you never heard my lullabies of loneliness, or held me as I cried.
Recently I have tried to share your pain, but you bit me. You pulled out your stitches and opened your scars just so you can bleed and wail once more because I wasn’t enough. All the same I cleaned them up and bandaged you. I was always there for you.
An old audience member came back to listen to your songs. I knew she was there. I was happy you had someone else to talk to. I wish you talked to me more but if she was helping I understood.
I didn’t know you left the cliff to see her. I didn’t know you sang her the same songs you sang to me.
Then you said we needed time apart. I asked why and received no answer. I thought there was a chance but it hurt.
I was broken, and sad. I was bruised and wounded. You needed someone stronger because I wasn’t enough. The stars of love you had in your eyes for me was over casted by clouds of her.
Your love is like the moon, it has phases until its gone completely.
I tried to ask for another chance but I heard you singing for her. You were as we were still together.
You broke every promise you ever made to me, like breaking my bones. It wasn’t until you ripped out my heart I even noticed it’s all I had left. I was eaten alive by the shame you made me feel, and tossed on the large pile of all the old audience members, rotting, broken, and worthless.
What did I expect by falling in love with a selfish Wolf?
– Your Burden
Hey love, again:
Just wanted to connect again, as this is the only way how. I miss you and I wish I could talk to you and check-in.
To be quite honest, I am still with this dude and I cannot take it anymore. I do not want to be with him, but I don’t know how to get out of it. I tried to leave him a few weeks ago. However, he didn’t listen and wants to work things out. I am getting closer to really moving on and away from him.
I think of you often and wish you well. Heard you’re working again and I am super proud of you. God bless you and until we meet again.
Love (Your Baby Always)
P.S. Mom let me look at your facebook today and you look good. Hoping you are reunited with your children soon and move on from that whale.
One Halloween during my time working at The Breadboard I was borrowing a dominatrix costume from my girlfriend to host a party at my house. I invited more people than I expected to show up and just about all of them showed up and plus some. I sure was glad I made that 6ft sub sandwich.
This was me making a joke after a sad night my now former boyfriend came home with cigarette burns all over his arms from some other bar goer he challenged, even scarring his theater mask tattoos . I guess it was my weird way of trying to make sense or redefine a situation more humorously.
I’ve been here before and I’ve recovered before. I’ve fallen hard for you and picked myself back up time and time again. I know I will this time, too.
One day it’ll all make sense and I’ll be happy again, with or without you. But today is reserved for being sad over you.
Our talents are beyond special.
Where do heavy hearts go?
They slip in between the cracks
And underneath covers
And wrists and lips of half assed lovers
And they bath and seethe
In loneliness and despair
Unless a rose is given.
Then their cheeks are beet red
And their eyes blurry from waterfalls
Slinking out of their eyes
And they forget what is was like
To slip so quickly into quicksand
And bury their hearts in an untouched treasure trove.
Where do heavy hearts go?
Some stay rotten like the corpse of a dead fish
Others become golden, forgetting thorns and settle for
I like to think you are the latter.
I always like to think you bloom relentlessly.