The promise of love
Is not enough
The preception of comfort
Is not enough
Everytime I hope
You crush it
You make me feel
Can it just be enough
For me to give up
On the idea of us?
The you I love
Is nothing but
And that is
The problem with beauty is you have to feel it.
I have this fear
That one day I will be all alone
And the people I love the most
Will have moved on with their lives.
I have this fear that someday
I will look in the mirror
And see everything I loved about myself
Gone with age, replaced with hopelessness
And bitterness with a life lived
Unfulfilled and unsatisfied.
I have a fear that my legacy will be
Nothing but a whisper
A longing of being part of something bigger
But never having an inkling
On how achieve it.
I have a fear that my fears
Are the reason I am in this mindset,
But I am stuck because
I don’t know how to not be afraid .
It’s hard to let go of a dream
Especially if it’s too good to come true.
But living in the dream world
Never satisfied anyone
Because in chasing the life of dreams
They forgot to live the real ones.
Filter and control are marvelous things that can make you lost in your own mind like no other.
Introspection on what I have thus far written has recently made me realize how filtered all my writings are, how fluffy. Even in madness, I need to find a beauty, a rhyme, a metaphor that makes all the ugly go away and only touches the monstrous rearing head of those negative feelings that lie beneath the surface. An old friend once told me you’re too controlled, your writing is like you: beautiful, witty but guarded-avoiding what really bugs you, afraid to let people know the side of you that’s not always sunshine and roses, to let them see there’s a human behind the smiling imp. A human that feels things probably more than most. I didn’t understand him then but now I do. Life IS gritty and while we can control emotions we can’t control our situations or avoid them forever.
And sometimes we can’t control our situations OR our emotions. But it’s always a scary thing, trying to open up and feel, trying not to avoid, trying to let people know you feel so intensely because it takes away a power. A lonely power that eats at you, but a power nonetheless. Honestly, if anyone’s reading this, there is no end to this rant-no summation that ties my thoughts up in a nice bow- it’s an errant collection of thought accumulating to a bunch of sentences I write here. Mostly because right now my thoughts are all over the place, some metamorphosing as I write.
At this point, I don’t know how to go from here from fluffy to reality but acknowledgement is the first step right?
So I have decided to make changes in my life and I have decided these changes have nothing to do with you. Why? Because if they did then I would have to deal with bigger things than changing my tiny leather couch which forces me to lie in a bent position or moving the hanging bookcase from atop my bed so as to avoid gravity’s ire. These are rational changes stemming from a desire to better one’s standard of living not from an irrational fear of potential embarrassment that you will see my sparsely decorated pad and judge. These are not the decisions of a woman who has found out you are coming back in town. They truly are not. And if you have-in the off-chance- heard I have renewed my gym membership AND began to hum in the office, that’s not about you either okay? I never canceled my membership to begin with… I just thought it’s time I start going again, AND the humming is inconsequential as it IS the holidays. It’s got nothing to do with you. Also, haven’t you been going to the gym all this time to, in someway, illicit a reaction from me? Were you not annoyed last time when I didn’t react? So there. At least this mess is making us healthier and helping to make better life choices. Cheers to silver linings.
In Denial and Renovating