Holding you in my arms
Yearning for nothing more than more
Learning how unbridled affection is ours
Yours is mine, mine is yours
Mutually exclusive
A bond so penetrating and intrusive
It makes me question my own beliefs
Challenges me to persist, to prosper
To find what I do not initially witness
Inside myself, inside yourself, a listless
Indemnity – security tattered
We have fought our fears, our uncertainties
We have fought their ignorance, their pitiful worry
Their contrite lucidity
Their failed attempts to chip foundation, dampen jubilation
And yet the lashing waters of our counterparts only smooth our rough edges
And converts even the darkest stone to luster
We have shone brightly, thrived admirably
Been more to ourselves than I have ever conceived
For so I am ever grateful, ever so fortunate, ever so eager
To begin another sunrise, another sunset, another summer, autumn, and lifetime
By your soothing heart, bright smile, and playful eyes
Not Cursing The Aftermath
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I take a lesson here. To look back at the good feelings. Thank you for being strong enough to share it. yrpoembudstella
thank you
I tried every defense mechanism you can imagine over the months/years following our break up to find some kind of way to process the thoughts rolling through my head - lashing out, pushing everything down...communicating with her, not communicating... trying to find new people, etc - I simply could never find an answer that left..some level of satisfaction in our resolution. Truthfully, I don't think either of us really wanted to lose one another from our respective lives ...we still make contact every now and again, even just this past year, but..just, time...distance, the pain kinda starts to dissipate eventually...but so does a substantial amount of the great emotions. So while in my earlier 'phase,' reading something like this might re-shatter my heart from its freshness, today I just really try to enjoy the fact that what we had was the most unique and cherished time of my (albeit, still youngish) life, and nobody can take that away besides myself.
So as a very long answer to a short compliment, (thank you, by the way) ..I mean I dunno, it means a lot to immerse myself back into this passion, this hope, this level of veracity for what was, and what could continue to be... Today, I read this and I feel empowered, even in a reflexive tone, and I respect this feeling now more than I ever could beforehand. Thanks again