"How do I love thee?...let me count the ways" How many times will I kick my own azz, for never opening my mouth and pouring out the truth that lies within the confines of my heart? How do I move pass the burn of knowing that my 'one that got away' is infinitely, legally bound to another heart now? As I get older, I am learning to embrace and sometimes practice those cliches (and I HATE cliches) and old sayings that I've heard all my life. I know tomorrow is not promised to anyone but most of the time when we hear that very statement, we tend to think of time and associate it with death etc but I have changed my thinking. I don't just associate that with death. It's mostly about time. Time that passes and cannot be brought back. Time. Time is a selfish old thug. Time and it's selfish, non-compliant, unbendable nature, has caused me to allow one of the best men in my life to fall right through my fingertips. I have lost time that I will never be able to grasp, never be able to look at the same, nor bind in my heart. Time. ole bastard.
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"How do I love thee?...let me count the ways" How many times will I kick my own azz, for never opening my mouth and pouring out the truth that lies within the confines of my heart? How do I move pass the burn of knowing that my 'one that got away' is infinitely, legally bound to another heart now? As I get older, I am learning to embrace and sometimes practice those cliches (and I HATE cliches) and old sayings that I've heard all my life. I know tomorrow is not promised to anyone but most of the time when we hear that very statement, we tend to think of time and associate it with death etc but I have changed my thinking. I don't just associate that with death. It's mostly about time. Time that passes and cannot be brought back. Time. Time is a selfish old thug. Time and it's selfish, non-compliant, unbendable nature, has caused me to allow one of the best men in my life to fall right through my fingertips. I have lost time that I will never be able to grasp, never be able to look at the same, nor bind in my heart. Time. ole bastard.
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