Silence

Remain silent & you’ll know exactly what an individual is thinking, because they will make assumptions based on their own thoughts or insecurities & pass them off as observations of their external experience.

But sometimes…

That means a stalemate of two stubborn souls, both waiting in deafening silence for the other to show. One has to break the rule and open a door, or at least a window, voice their thoughts, and if they want more, lean into discomfort, be loud, be clear, to find the bridge back home.

The enabler 

Woman to women

Just so you know

Supporting a monster

That would never let you go

It just sets you for failure 

Exposes your soul

You were worried he’d end it?

What about all those yet to go?

Dancing with the devil

Blinded by the bond

A contract that’s been written 

Where more will fall than one

Do you really want that end 

Written down your hands in blood?

Of all the many women

That thought they too were the one 

You fumbled on your words

Changing this way then that

To justify your reasons

Not realising the stat

You’d escaped many years

To save your own soul

Now you take it back for slaughter

And all those yet to go

You will be the one who 

Seals the deal

Of a little lambs fate

Can’t you see his tears aren’t real

They are mere battle ships 

In his wake

You told me once 

His death you’d elate

But now you’ve changed your views

Humoured him and

Harmed those at stake

Why do you wait?

Can’t you see your silliness?

Can’t you see your fate?

He’s not here to save his soul

He’s just here to take and take.

It won’t be until one falls

Finally the spell may break

But honey can’t you see this truth?

By then it will be too late.

Stack the pieces

One last piece

Stacked upon me

Heavy piece by piece

Now coming three by three

I thought you were a lover

But no not for me

Killed me with that kindness

That fake bullshit make believe

No more endless forgiveness

I will no longer seed

Never give you the time

Nor a day to appease

You only wanted to see me bleed

Came back after eons

Twist the knife as you please

I just always accept and agree

But no, not this time, this time I leave

Hear my silence now

As I pick off these fleas

Just the stillness left

Wringing in your ears as I leave

No longer can you drag me down

No longer will I heed

Not even worth a story

Nor even a good deed

Open arms 

Sometimes I wonder if he hated me only because I saw behind his mask. I saw the vulnerable sensitive parts of him and I was still OK with that. I loved those parts. I just wanted him to love them too.

He wanted me to fall in love only with his own delusions of what he wished he could be. He wanted fantasy over truth. But the truth was much more powerful and beautiful than any fantasy ever could be.

He was more than he believed, yet he could not allow himself out in the light for fear of being seen. What he didn’t realise was he was making himself less than, not more. I hope one day he finds his way home, into open arms.

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