posted on Jan, 10 2017 @ 06:58 PM
a reply to: Reverbs
This just reminds me of the sunflowers I planted on the side of my house the summer before my marriage broke... and then seeing one discarded and
trampled in a city tree gutter. I was that flower when new and growing bright towards the future sun, and then dashed and discarded beautifully broken
for nearly two decades.
Seeing that nailed the coffin shut on a long ago past I dragged around unwittingly like a carcass... until my savior/murderer came along. Visually
stunning and graceful strength in majesty like clicking and pinging on my exact type in every single way... I hadn't really ever noticed her before;
then there she was bam... front and center, having had watched me for over a year... saying she loved me felt empty and wanted children; I mirrored
the strength she had eh? Radiated the confidence she gave off... both of us crumbled, I was dragging a corpse and she was stuck in the void... our
bodies kinda got thrown into that vortex as we crawled off to lick our wounds, as innocent as it all was... only empathetic words that intimately
entwined two hearts destroyed in the same manner like matter and antimatter colliding.
I fell and so did she... like both of us tossing a match on eachother soaked in gasoline, I don;t know how many years she had of it, or how many
people she may have taken her pain out on from a going through the motion ex-husband cheated just the same... it was like a mirror, stark naked and
beautiful. Two phoenix annilhating each other to rise even stronger and real and with purpose than a pesudo life... I honestly don't even like her
public personality; but I will always love her down to the very core she showed me of her true self vulnerable, wounded, and frail all I could do was
stutter, as tears started falling from her eyes and then immediately it started pouring forth from the sky too, in the most poetic way it seemed
contrived by nature, that nature was what was crying the alligator tears... the very marrow when her facade fell... that public show that public mask,
and poured forth her emotions and all of my emptiness caught them head on in sheer empathy...
I love the ever loving sh!t out of that woman. I'll likely never see that woman again... and that's ok, she'll never see the cut and bruised sunflower
laying crushed at the bottom of that tree that I used to be... and neither will I. Those two corpses cut loose and let go...