Break-ups and my long affair with LJ.
In one way or another I always get pulled back to LJ after break-ups and through struggles and times we need to be our most courageous. My life after Meagan has been one I've been battling people assume break-ups are easy things to deal with that there is always someone there to fill the void we have. Her and I purchased a home together .. adopted a dog and had our life together. I was happy and finally felt like I had someone in my life with true intentions and real love for me. When she randomly sprung the news on me that she had fallen out of love with me and no longer wanted to house and the things we worked so hard for I was hurt and angry but mostly at lose. It's been nearly 4 months since she is gone we work together .. see each other in passing but the texts messages have come to a slow halt. I offered all of me in trying to fix what we are and she would have nothing to do with the idea. She said she's only 22 and has a life ahead of her and is not ready for any type of true commitment at this point she's at right now. I wrote this poem for her delicately made a envelope out of wallpaper book pages and placed it inside her locker. we will likely never speak again.
post-you
Tears fall like crescent moons
encircling the areas in which lofted kisses and slept on memories
mornings into nights and night unfold into dark dreams
no rising morning can take away this truth
or make what haunts me in my dreams halt
to be soaked in your words
hair folded over from heaviness
i wipe my brow and wait
for the shaking to dissipate
it's infectious how liberal we use terms
to negotiate our meaning to someone
we chalk it up for wrong reasons
taping on cords or chains
to prove that this love is forever
no words will hold life still
26 and then some fights me
to show relevance
that once can be enough to destroy
the person that was left of me after you.
post-you
Tears fall like crescent moons
encircling the areas in which lofted kisses and slept on memories
mornings into nights and night unfold into dark dreams
no rising morning can take away this truth
or make what haunts me in my dreams halt
to be soaked in your words
hair folded over from heaviness
i wipe my brow and wait
for the shaking to dissipate
it's infectious how liberal we use terms
to negotiate our meaning to someone
we chalk it up for wrong reasons
taping on cords or chains
to prove that this love is forever
no words will hold life still
26 and then some fights me
to show relevance
that once can be enough to destroy
the person that was left of me after you.