What we expect is nothing compared to what happens…
I saw not much in this future, when my senses were firstly adjusted I saw much more differently. Everything came so quickly to my vision like the winter that lapsed upon our relationship, us blaming everything ill on the cold nipping our windowsills that we vastly cover with drapes of unwanted glory. Time, simply inescapable, lapsed itself onto us in the worst way possible and we let it ride. Taking not enough advantage of the heat, the sun, the happiness and when dark clouds loomed overhead and we finally got to really know one and other it was already too late. Destined for these tears, these fears that tremble in the night under our beds shrieking up at us like we are infants chasing away our barely born dreams. We want only happiness – but how can we have that if we don’t have true pain and sadness first? You think we have had our fair dosage of hurt, but I think we deserve even more…but I will not be the one to bring it upon us this time, I won’t be. I was in the first place, wanting to get everything over with as soon as possible. How much do you regret? How much do you lie?
What is felt is never accepted…
All I wanted to do was flush forward all of these thoughts that ran tired through my open head, striving for control over this heart that so rightly belonged to you. Days of painted skies passed and we know they will come again…that is why we keep on fighting, even if our attempts are becoming pathetic (so are the battles). This is truth, these feelings are true, but you won’t have any of it because you are afraid of what they will make you feel. Time to accept that bad things happen, will always happen, but we just need to learn how to accept and no longer languish all our feelings.
What we say is barely what we mean…
Shattered feeble attempts crawl their way back to our doorsteps. Every time the tears glide down my cheek, you seem to feel a spec of wrong so ask if it is alright – I say it is. When will I ever be able to tell you the truth when it comes to that? If I say it isn’t, then everything goes to hell in a fucking hand basket. Hand baskets woven out of darkened bark dead long ago from nights too long. Don’t forget it if I say it’s OKAY and don’t overreact if it isn’t. My words are barely ever what I mean.
Even if for better, even if it can never be discovered – a lie is a lie and we should feel bad for them…
I am not stupid. And everybody lies. Some people not so much, and some people never lie to certain people. I can’t lie to you anymore, I am already sick of it when I have barely ever done it in the first place. If I have done it, you already know the truth. I can feel the lies dribbled from your mouth like rotting candy apples at that old fairground where you never went. There have been things you’ve said that are lies, your opinion and point of view changes too rapidly on certain subjects that I am afraid even I can’t tell which time you are lying anymore…but not all points of views can be truthful, now can they? When you are caught, you do the worst thing and continue to lie – do I really look that stupid? How could you feel so EASY about feeding me bullshit? How could you sit there and smugly reply with indecent answers that a child could think up, and a child could catch too. When I do catch, it’s all the worse…it becomes my fault. This isn’t right. Is it really too much to be asking? I’m just asking for you to be my partner, in all sense of the word…Faithfulness is not just about monogamy but also about being true to the other in their views of what is right and wrong inside a partnership.
To move forward we have to face our fears and forget…
So many times we have sat in this position with nothing left to say but crumbled sentences mashed out by pencils. Poetry can save our souls but not our minds, which I am afraid they are slipping each and every time. To be alone, to face these problems on my own…and what is yours? Tell me, maybe we can fully avoid them together, or face them together (which wouldn’t make much sense with mine, but still). Things have happened, it has been an equal motive. It switches back and forth, don’t be so fucking naive as to think it is all on me (or at least most). It seems like that but look deeper. If we could have taped the past few months, it has been totally equal. I have started, you have finished. Just like anything else in a partnership, it is an equal fucking effort. So lets just forget about who did what or who said what and just fess up to all our lies so that our slates can be clean again. I’ve done that, it’s your turn. If you say you’ve done that…I don’t see the end result…(the thing I’ve said so many time amongst tears, screams, and whispers).
Do I really have to give up what I am??? Do you???
What parts of us are we changing for the other? Is it even really that bad in the first place that we are CHANGING – NO. Because change is inevitable, and we have got to do it. Not separately, but we have to grow together onto one and other. I need love, care, tenderness, and most of all appreciation through words (writing and verbal) and actions. I need to know what I am is what you love, what is it I am? What parts of me do you wish to never change…if I don’t know…they might as well change…the parts I love about you I say too much (you’re sick of it, I know). So instead what is it you NEED, what can I do for you? You usually say nothing but be happy, what a lie. You wouldn’t be in the moods you are in if that’s it. Do you need me to shut up and lock away my emotions? Then tell me so. We can work around it, work it through together. As long as we calmly TALK about it, it should be just fine. We love each other. We are in love. I believe in us, and I hope you do too. So lets fix us every step of the way, every problem we run into (apart or together) lets make sure we fix it together not with TIME but with TALK and support. We just have to change the little parts of ourselves that aren’t really good parts in the first place. The parts that make us human beings of the lesser moral, is that so bad? I have to do it too, just as much as you have to do. With this petty sacrifice of badness will come the reward of true love that cannot die and will not die even if worlds separate us. I know you are probably thinking CORNY right now, but stop. It’s cute. It’s romantic. It’s love. If you don’t like it, why are you in it?
Are you ready? I am. Can we get going?
It is all just about changing for each other and growing together. If we are in love we should love each other most out of all. Missing you the moment you walk out that door right up to the moment you step back in. If it is about saying the persons name 400 times a day more than your own…then I’ll say it 500 times more because you know that the feelings we get when everything is just alright and the sun is up overhead…the trickle from the lake, the sounds from the woods behind us, staying up as late as possible hoping to see the sunrise (but never quite making it)….you know those feelings are so rare and you do not want to let them go. So don’t. All we have to do is work through these rough patches together and we will finally reach a point where bumps, hills, and curves in our road will seem like just pebbles beneath our feet barely scratching our skin.
Don’t you want to see me frolic in the open again, forgetting about my humiliation and shoes…dancing to an unknown tune in my head inviting you (even if you decline) to dance with me on semi-burnt grass of summer time on hills that are sometimes too tiring to run back up so we just lay at the foot of them? How much do you smile when I am sleeping and roll on top of you muttering about Harry Potter and Soy Sauce? Don’t let that fade away, let’s make those the only memories we make from now on and forget about the ones that aren’t like that….lets get going….