Simplicity:
Sometimes, I wonder if being such a strong advocate for words is just setting myself up for a large amount of disappoint.
I used to breathe lines of poetry and inhale revelations from provoking thoughts and queries.
We played with impossibilities beyond our reach,
Indulged in the realm of absurdity and awoke unscathed,
At least, externally.
Sean used to tell me, he loved me like his next breath counted on it... But, now, that statement is hardly offered unprompted. So what does it mean?
This has all been a lie? Sean and I were just wishful thinking?
We were simply feeding you bullsh*t and calling it reality?
Love is in fact, only what you make it, and we shouldn't aim for the stars in
our dreams of finding Mr. or Mrs. Right?
I'd be a blatant liar if I sat here and said simply yes to all of these things.
Because, despite those moments of extreme doubt in the truth of Sean and I that present time has been slapping me in the face with, the past is a strong thing and she wins time and time again with her logical reasoning.
As much as I've tried to downplay the intensity with which we evolved, I learned, that I am no stronger, nor wiser than he is, and whether we like it or not, we fell in love.
That is the beauty of love at least to me. I imagine Sean would disagree entirely, but I'm over arguing with him because this is my belief and I'm standing by it.
I've noticed those with whom i've spoke about the notion of love can only speak of it as just that, a notion.
Whereas I've lived in it, felt it consume the very breath of me,
watched it heal me when I felt completely broken, listened to it sing me to sleep.
So you wonder if it's real? How can it not be?
It's as real as you allow it to be and I suppose I screwed myself over because I gave a guy named Sean the benefit of the doubt and although mentally I'm above May,
emotionally I'm consumed in it on my day-to-day.
My heart can't find a way to detach itself from the foundation he lay for her. And I mean that literally, much less poetically than the typical "Simplicity"statement.
I don't know if I'll get the feedback I want or feel like I need on this one, but Sean did a number on me when he walked into my life on February 18th, and I can't say I'd have it any other way.
Sometimes, I wonder if being such a strong advocate for words is just setting myself up for a large amount of disappoint.
I used to breathe lines of poetry and inhale revelations from provoking thoughts and queries.
We played with impossibilities beyond our reach,
Indulged in the realm of absurdity and awoke unscathed,
At least, externally.
Sean used to tell me, he loved me like his next breath counted on it... But, now, that statement is hardly offered unprompted. So what does it mean?
This has all been a lie? Sean and I were just wishful thinking?
We were simply feeding you bullsh*t and calling it reality?
Love is in fact, only what you make it, and we shouldn't aim for the stars in
our dreams of finding Mr. or Mrs. Right?
I'd be a blatant liar if I sat here and said simply yes to all of these things.
Because, despite those moments of extreme doubt in the truth of Sean and I that present time has been slapping me in the face with, the past is a strong thing and she wins time and time again with her logical reasoning.
As much as I've tried to downplay the intensity with which we evolved, I learned, that I am no stronger, nor wiser than he is, and whether we like it or not, we fell in love.
That is the beauty of love at least to me. I imagine Sean would disagree entirely, but I'm over arguing with him because this is my belief and I'm standing by it.
I've noticed those with whom i've spoke about the notion of love can only speak of it as just that, a notion.
Whereas I've lived in it, felt it consume the very breath of me,
watched it heal me when I felt completely broken, listened to it sing me to sleep.
So you wonder if it's real? How can it not be?
It's as real as you allow it to be and I suppose I screwed myself over because I gave a guy named Sean the benefit of the doubt and although mentally I'm above May,
emotionally I'm consumed in it on my day-to-day.
My heart can't find a way to detach itself from the foundation he lay for her. And I mean that literally, much less poetically than the typical "Simplicity"statement.
I don't know if I'll get the feedback I want or feel like I need on this one, but Sean did a number on me when he walked into my life on February 18th, and I can't say I'd have it any other way.
