There is nothing like the revelation of change

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2013

 

What are some words you would use to describe me?

Passionate

Insightful

Poetic

 

They are just words barely visible through the blinking of tears from my eyes

And feelings forgotten in my body when your hands first left my skin

Just answers to a pointless question for a pointless course that meant everything to me once

Memories of who I use to be to you

 

What is your favourite quality that you appreciate about me?

Honesty

 

I can scroll down the window and watch us pass by me like death

Everything we were

Everything we are

Everything we could have ever been

Hidden between the lines of my words and yours

 

If you were to relate me to an animal, what animal would I be and why?

A mother bear. You are fiercely loyal and protective. If you run into a mother bear in the woods alone, she is timid and will run, but if her cubs are there, you’d better run.

 

How you saw me perfectly

Clearly

Despite all the illusions I had painted about myself

 

What would you like me to do more of?

Being yourself, letting your past go

 

All the stones I carried

Threw at you

The ones that shattered your walls

Bruised your ego

All the chances we never took

All the things we left unsaid

Us

In a single moment of vulnerability

Captured by a word document and fingers which spent too much time typing

And not enough loving

 

Passionate,

My inevitable downfall

Too intense always feeling everything, diving in head strong and foolish

Loving you for who you really were

 

Insightful,

My blessed curse

Too smart to go back to believing the best after you became the worst

Wise enough to know better than ‘he can change’

 

Poetic,

My lot in life

Gifted with the ability to cut souls like skin under a scalpel

Too busy penning to the truth to help your lies heal

 

Honesty,

My best attribute

The reason I am blinking tears from my eyes in the darkness

Alone in a bed we once shared

 

A mother bear

Pulling your skin from her claws

Realising with every piece that comes lose

That she doesn’t love you anymore

 

Being myself

Knowing that you will never know how much that hurts

 

 Letting my past go

 

 

Author's Notes/Comments: 

I was doing my first SELP interview today and they called me a bear too, so I got out my old interview to show them his answer and I was taken by this sorrow akin to mourning one's death and I wrote this

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