Friday, May 25, 2012

I'll Pry My Soul From Your Cold, Dead Fingers (...Metaphorically)

It's amazing how you can know that someone isn't good for you and yet... You still can't get them to release their damn grasp on your soul.

It's like they hold on just to mess with you.
Break-ups are the ultimate break-down: they make you question yourself, who you are, the relationship as a whole, the person you love as a whole... They make you see things differently.
But just because you see things differently and understand that it was wrong, doesn't make the hurt go away.

Either slowly or quickly, the searing pain turns into a dull ache.  I can function just fine, I can operate normally, I can appreciate the new person in my life... But YOU are still there.

And I don't want you to be.

You are still there. The image of you as you once were to me stands solid and immovable in my heart.

Get out.

GET. OUT.

You didn't want me in your heart and I sure don't want you putting up permanent residence in mine.

Knock down that statue of yourself. Give me back the soul I gave to you out of nothing but the purest of love. Give it back. Because that soul WILL change the world. I guarantee it. You missed out.

Because there is someone out there who wants it.  Who wants every part of me, the good and the bad, who won't lie to me and create false hopes of a fantasy future that will never happen.  He'll make it happen. I'll make it happen. He and I will make it happen together.


That is all I've ever wanted.

To create a beautiful life that touches the world with someone who loves just as much as I do.


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