The End...
The sweet honey trickling past my lips,
the very poison that paralyses my being, you are.
Yet again the refreshing air that suffocates me.
So simple yet at the same time so complex.
When joy is pain and tears are medals of dishonour I wear shamefully across my breast.
Your words scream to me although you whisper. Your fingers strangle me although you rest.
The love in which I learn to hate and the hatred I've learned to loathe is you.
My dearest beloved,
words fail me more than you have me.
Those blessed wings have become my chains, grounding me when all I wanted was to fly with you.
Perhaps my voice is far too timid.
Perhaps my worth is far too few.
I thank you for helping me find myself after being lost in a mist of uncertainty and fear.
I thank you for granting me courage when all I held was an empty soul.
But we have served our purposes in life and fate has decreed it so.
With a heavy heart, I close this chapter of ours and I read aloud,
"The end".
***
No rhythm, no metering but all imagery and meanings laced into the single thought that has been running through my mind.
It has been a hectic week, an ongoing rollercoaster which I now have to slam the brakes on. I don't expect him to miss me. I don't expect him to search for me. I don't expect him to care about the reasons. Things are as they are and I simply had to put my foot down.
I've been far more patient than the rest and by now, my reserves have run out. Could he top it up? I'm afraid not... the offer has expired.
the very poison that paralyses my being, you are.
Yet again the refreshing air that suffocates me.
So simple yet at the same time so complex.
When joy is pain and tears are medals of dishonour I wear shamefully across my breast.
Your words scream to me although you whisper. Your fingers strangle me although you rest.
The love in which I learn to hate and the hatred I've learned to loathe is you.
My dearest beloved,
words fail me more than you have me.
Those blessed wings have become my chains, grounding me when all I wanted was to fly with you.
Perhaps my voice is far too timid.
Perhaps my worth is far too few.
I thank you for helping me find myself after being lost in a mist of uncertainty and fear.
I thank you for granting me courage when all I held was an empty soul.
But we have served our purposes in life and fate has decreed it so.
With a heavy heart, I close this chapter of ours and I read aloud,
"The end".
***
No rhythm, no metering but all imagery and meanings laced into the single thought that has been running through my mind.
It has been a hectic week, an ongoing rollercoaster which I now have to slam the brakes on. I don't expect him to miss me. I don't expect him to search for me. I don't expect him to care about the reasons. Things are as they are and I simply had to put my foot down.
I've been far more patient than the rest and by now, my reserves have run out. Could he top it up? I'm afraid not... the offer has expired.