I am stronger now.
With a smile of irony on my lips,
I am now plagued by pain in my limbs as my heart becomes lighter.
Is this penance for a life filled with selfishness and indulgence?
Can not let thoughts of darkness cloud my light.
Nor allow regret poison my new found freedom.
I still read her though. Can't help myself. Such a glorious writer.
I wish she wrote more.
There is a spot in my heart that is evil. That is smug and happy that she is not.
We tortured each other with our prose. Still do I think.
It will never be over. Such a confusing flow of energy. An invisible cord
attached to us forever. There is no romance in that.
She never believed to this day, that I wanted her, that I loved her with all that I am.
Even in the dysfunction of our relationship, my blood pumped loudly for her.
My memory....my regret....every day there is a moment just for her.
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It will never be over. Such a confusing flow of energy. An invisible cord
ReplyDeleteattached to us forever. There is no romance in that... I don't think I ever fully appreciated those lines. But I do now. And I have to disagree with that last one. There is romance in this...it's just tragic. Like Romeo and Juliette tragic...sigh. My memory...my regret. Truer words.