After a brief encounter, left undone. The words, so terrible, so true, that burned my ears. Emotional distance when skin is near? My body says yes, but my heart says no. I can not do this. The tears come down, and the words fall out, and my heart breaks down, and my hopes fly away.
The story she wants is unwritten to this day. Love in the face of a friend far off in time, to a place when things make sense, and love can be free to bloom without the tears of bitterness watering the delicate roots.
I know my role is that familiar one so painful to my nerves. Be so much more and more and more, but less than the lover you want to be. More of the love, I assure you, within your heart. But to love, or be in love? In love with what, when the object is not ready for that. She has roads left half traveled to finish upon.
You meet someone, you find that connection. That trust. To have it shattered, then rebuilt is a painful thing. She can not look past the time though. So she'll finish that road and leave me behind at her side.
That's okay I tell myself, after all, what are the important things in life?
That doesn't stop the pain in my head, and it doesn't stop the loneliness of my heart. To know that someone appreciates and understands but to know that someone is out of reach, even when the feelings are there.
It's a cruel world, you know, when fairies fly on wings of pain, and angels are battered and left in the rain. It's a cruel world when the death of a friend sends parents to yell and children to cry. It's a cruel world when death strikes twice, and the tears can't come, because the pain is to much to hold on.
It's a cruel world. |
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