Shrivelled LoveA Poem by SillylittlewordsFor those silly little moments in love that leave us feeling a little broken and a little alive at the same time.I want a kind beautiful love and
what I have with him is neither kind nor beautiful….not even in a twisted way.
We are not tortured for love, and we have never bled for it either. We just
like to think we have. Every day is a
miracle and a burden, and as I sit here listening to the most beautiful song by
Bon Iver, I can’t help but notice we are all singing our own songs. Everyone likes to think of themselves as
victims of love, and singing these songs keeps us glued to the moments that
have fractured our souls; starting from our bones to our hearts that beat to
the rhythm of pain. Beautiful. That is what it means to be human I guess. The love that keeps us alive, slowly shrivels
into a wounded soul that is desperate to be rescued by faith. Faith for the perfect little pebble that
skips in the pond of our hearts; the little pebble that makes us whole and
fills in the emptiness that is meant to be filled by this supposed love. You
were supposed to be my pebble and I yours.
Instead, we broke, and crushed each other until we turned into dust. But
this is not what it’s all about; at least that is what I am told. I am not tortured by your love nor
am I freed by it. I am stuck in the middle without the grace of your presence or
your absence. Is this what it is to be? Freed by love but imprisoned by moments
of insecurity and fear? Maybe. This is what it means to be beautiful though; the
imperfection that imprints the little thoughts and feelings that bleeds
into our skins. This is beautiful. I guess in our own little silly way we are
beautiful, and maybe we have sunk so deep into this cruel big world that we
have forgotten what it is to be. © 2012 Sillylittlewords |
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