I remember, you know,
how your eyes sparkled
when I entered the room,
and I felt myself to be
so much greater a man
than I had ever been—
to be so loved by you.
But in the time it takes
for a heart to stop beating
your love for me died,
and I lied to myself
again and again, hoping
that you would return
to me once more.
And so I, a man of thought
and learning dedicated
to uncovering the truth,
found myself scourged
day after day by a reality
I could not bear to see—
and thus began to weep.
Which is how I know now
that it is time for me to leave,
for the light grows unbearably
bright, chastising my naiveté,
demeaning my once eager will.
I have seen trees grow and die,
and it is not for me to outlive them.
I had a light bub moment once when I read about companion planting and growing in a gardening magazine. It taught me new perspective in viewing love life.
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*light bulb
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Brilliant. Gardening, nurturing, growing, and everything tied to it–they’re all lovely metaphors for love and caring, for relationships and romance and children. Thank you, Cassa.
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🤗
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How paifully true. Expetiance I can relate to.
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I am sorry, Tatiana. Thank you for sharing this.
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beautiful and sad all at once George. All good things have an end.
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Painfully true, mate.
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Reblogged this on I Write Her and commented:
Viewing this as if written from a woman’s perspective, I could relate to this tale of feeling deceived. Although, to muster the strength to leave gets harder as you get older.
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Feeling this
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Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet.
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Beautifully penned! ❤
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