“In matters of the heart, sometimes the pain of the end is also the end of pain.” -kR
The curtain calls as tears caress her pretty face.
Wedding bells deferred, for her no quantum of solace.
She’s been robbed of her amazing grace.
Love’s a sad and losing race.
And her heart’s a blazing furnace.
Her body was once an uncommon place.
To think she’d saved it for…what’s his face?
So much for sticking to your own race!
Standing alone at the altar how can she ever save face?
P.S. Pushed beyond despair, heartbroken beyond repair, she carved out her heart, not because she never wished to love again, but because she never wished to hurt again.
You see, these words of wisdom I willingly utter cannot possibly originate in a vacuum. Rather, they must be forged from the matter that is at the very core of my human anatomy. Everything in me and about me begins from my heart, permeates through my veins, is filtered by my mind, and then unleashed via my tongue. No atom in me is random, no molecule meaningless, no experience a coincidence, no thought pointless, no word careless, and no action reckless. As a matter of fact, everything within me occurs in an improbable harmony, in an ironically imperfect symmetry, in accordance with the divinity of the One who created me; that spirit of perfection, that Great I Am, that Alpha and Omega, that Universe, that You and Me. And so, if it so within you too; if you find this narrative of emotion a familiar melody, then perhaps you are the last element destined to balance my chemical equation. Therefore, I stand ready to bond with you, whenever you stand equal in my regard. Gratitude and Godspeed.
Let me explain:
The very premise of falling in love is akin to someone “falling” down…when we fall, there’s a natural reaction that would see us “rise” out of that temporary condition or state of emotion. We don’t wish to stay in a “fallen” state per se. That’s why it comes as no surprise that many of us have “fallen” in love before and yet we are no longer with the person or people we “fell” in love with. What happened? I suppose we may have “climbed” out of love? But when we “grow” in love, we fulfill a natural state of human actualization. A baby is born. Naturally, it grows over time. As it grows it learns, and as it learns it matures. Growth symbolizes progress, evolution, a journey toward a sort of fulfillment. Hence, many marry the one they’ve “grown” in love with. That’s the consummation of love. In our lives, chances are we will fall in love, sometimes too many times. But to understand love and be completed by it, we must make a stand. We must decide to pick ourselves up, dust our emotions, and choose to grow in love. Then and only then, may our journey in love be a story of rising, not falling.
She thinks of him as she awakes each morning, and he thinks of her as he goes to sleep each night.
She has a thousand questions she would ask him, and he has a thousand things he would tell her.
She walks past him wondering if he notices her, and he walks past her wondering if she would reject him.
She imagines him happy with another woman, and he imagines her in bed with another man.
She is unhappy as a result and tries to forget about him, he is jealous as a result and decides to give up on her.
She thinks of him as she awakes each morning, and he thinks of her as he goes to sleep each night…