BROKEN SHARP PIECES
LET NO ONE COME TO YOU WITHOUT LEAVING BETTER AND HAPPIER. - MOTHER THERESA.
A sweaty heap.We lay, chests heaving heavily, we pause to catch breath. What time is it ? Does it matter ? it flew from grasp because we lost ourselves completely and love it and are still desperate for more. The wind has yet to kiss our cheeks, closed off from the world on an island of linen and pillows.”this is the last day we have together before we have to stop living this dream she says disappointed. “Monday is a curse I don’t want to think about”. So let’s not, let’s just enjoy the now and anticipate the next weekend i say as my hand slowly slides up her thigh. She smiles with those inviting eyes and we both give in, hungry for more.
Where do i fit i used to think that it was with you but i soon learned that i had to wrestle with myself first. I had to heal and grow. I jumped in head first, the old me tied down to a sinking relationship. I never recovered and now i’m awkward unable to understand you and love you like you wish me to. ”IT ALL STARTS FROM WITHIN” i can hear my mother’s words piercing right through me. Emotionally unhealthy, certainly not capable of a proper union with anyone. Yet here i am with you, as you desperately strip yourself bare in hopes to fix me. Mother’s words ringing true as i stare into the mirror, contemplating letting you go.
