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In almost ritualistic fashion,
I took a hot shower in soothing lavender lather
in hopes i could scrub away the weight
of what was on my mind.
I felt oddly peaceful in the fogged atmosphere,
as candles stretched thier light to mingle
with the steam rising from my body;
my hair hung low and towel tussled;
I held the image of being untamed.
The girl wild, also unkept in love.
In the middle of my bed, toga wrapped
in blue sheets catching the droplets
still beaded and full on my skin,
I fell under trance of manic flames
appearing to leap at my every whim.
Vaguely, I wondered how I was ever going to do this.
I dont know how much time had passed
before I brought my awareness down
to the letters and picture laying before me.
I watched shadows being thrown over them with pensive eyes, until finally I had to smile.
It was only goodnight. Not Goodbye.
So I opened the silver-latched box
that holds my past,with the intention
of putting us inside. But it felt wrong
to file you away in the midst of men
who never saw me as you did.
Who left me broken in ways that
I had to fight to repair...
Who never had the insight or the mercy
to ask me to let go.
You dont belong with them.
Not that you ever could.
So I put us away somewhere new,
with a letter you will never read.
With your theories of soft falls
and lessons learned,
you managed to prove me wrong after all.
I took a hot shower in soothing lavender lather
in hopes i could scrub away the weight
of what was on my mind.
I felt oddly peaceful in the fogged atmosphere,
as candles stretched thier light to mingle
with the steam rising from my body;
my hair hung low and towel tussled;
I held the image of being untamed.
The girl wild, also unkept in love.
In the middle of my bed, toga wrapped
in blue sheets catching the droplets
still beaded and full on my skin,
I fell under trance of manic flames
appearing to leap at my every whim.
Vaguely, I wondered how I was ever going to do this.
I dont know how much time had passed
before I brought my awareness down
to the letters and picture laying before me.
I watched shadows being thrown over them with pensive eyes, until finally I had to smile.
It was only goodnight. Not Goodbye.
So I opened the silver-latched box
that holds my past,with the intention
of putting us inside. But it felt wrong
to file you away in the midst of men
who never saw me as you did.
Who left me broken in ways that
I had to fight to repair...
Who never had the insight or the mercy
to ask me to let go.
You dont belong with them.
Not that you ever could.
So I put us away somewhere new,
with a letter you will never read.
With your theories of soft falls
and lessons learned,
you managed to prove me wrong after all.