Time Dear Seems to have done the most damage. I was unkind in those days. I knew I would break you over so many daggerd shores. Forgive that overkill was my method of sparing you greater pains. I knew then what is concrete now. I am leaving Dear. To The Marine Corp. In May.
You were too loving. I was unaccustomed to such affection. Forgive, again, that i was so cold. and hurtful. I took the cowards arms and attempted to make you hate me. In my attempt to spare you. That was not right. I was not in the right. These days I've long to hear your voice of smell you perfume but all is not. I pine for the spectre of a love I dispatched with my cruel bare hands. I call. I wish to. when I do Your Mother Answers. Always.
I no longer call. i no longer kick at the embers, hoping that oxygen will kindle the coals to the tender warmth I once thrived in.
I have come to accept many things in these days. The I am not my own. That I can not right my wrongs, without greater suffering than that of the initial wound. That I can not turn back affection for fear of the uncertain. I am forsaken by lovelier things, for some reason it is your turning that strangles me. I could Bear it, for an instant. As one can hold glass shards in mouth for an instant before gagging upon the blood. Forgive the moribund taint, but pain is pain. Mind Soul Body. Love Seems to have the fortune of touching and tearing into all three realms.
Be well Darling. May your words cut no deeper than kevlar can rebuff. |
Submission Name: a humbling
