Unrequited Love

“Unrequited love is terrible. There is no pain on earth like it.”

Nicola Italia

Desperation

“Desperation never adds to a woman’s allure, remember that.”

Jane Steen, The House of Closed Doors

Guarding My Heart [An Alphabet Poem]

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An array of thoughts

Babbling through my ever so

Cautious mind. Should I

Delve into your world of

Erupting crazy

Fissure red-hot emissions or slide through to the

Glaciers on the other side of

Halt to the three four?

Inquiry mind of mine

Just needs to

Know am I as appreciated as your

Lust, love:

Makes it seem.

Nodding your head in the heat

Of passion does not

Provide a justified answer.

Questions I do have the

Right to ask for my heart

Sake.

To keep me safe and for the sanity of my thoughts

Urging me to dissect the

Very deep core of your

Wavering attitude. I will

X-ray every emotion, every

Yearning my heart, my body gives before I get to that

Zone of comfort.

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Superhero Submerge

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“You my hero, you already saved the day”

A sentence jumping into my thoughts when I saw the theme for the first Prompt Stomp of 2016. The line is from Trip Lee’s Hero Invasion, a song I listened to so much at university. It definitely made me pause to an extent that I stopped everything, staring at the wall. Reflecting. Thinking of a time that Jesus was my superhero and no matter what circumstance occurred, he was the one to my rescue. It was a true description of “the solid rock” because with him I felt an anchor.  Some call him an imaginary friend but I never had those, I have characters from stories as friends but I cannot recall having imaginary friends. He was real like the characters from stories.

Saying Goodbye

         Airport Via MagPie Tales 299

I do not want to say goodbye, she told him with her lips.

She wanted to feel closer to him up on her tippy toes.

Time stood still as she drunk from the tall drink of champagne

as everyone  else melted in the distance.

&*%*

I want to hold on, to feel that warmth of your touch he told her with his kiss.

Moments like this, he did not care about public attention.

He needed to get as much affection he could before he knew he had to let go.

Goodbyes sucks but for now he is making memories with his girl.

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Magpie Tale Prompt 299

 

The Smiling Stage/ It Warms My Heart #12

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Now I can laugh my belly out when I look back.

Before, I would chew your head off

But now the calm after my possible storm

Laughs at my gullibility.

How about a laugh for my naivety,

You never believe I would fall for that, right?

Yes, I did but I learn my lessons.

Sharpened my pencils,

Fed my memory tank,

Dust my shoes pulling up my socks.

You cannot try the same trick twice,

So go away, far away and stay there.

 

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This weekend my peeps, I urge you to laugh off that time you err and lace up to continue your journey. Do not let that silly pest keep you down. I encourage you to shout “you are defeated” and dance off into your day. Smile it looks good on you.

 

What/Why I Love

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Your non-physical touch unfolded my heart like a flower in the beginning of bloom.

You made me responsive and hungry for your love just as a bee sucking the attractive nectar.

I remember when I felt that small yawning inside, too nervous to think about it, let alone admit it.

Then came the Lion roaring in my chest and it scared the daylights out of me like the sun dipping over the horizon.

I remember when I first met you, dealing over the affairs of History. I was too busy sorting out the loose ends of our project to notice you but when I did, boy oh boy did I  love what I heard.

Like Jojo “I am a sucker for a guy with a beautiful mind” and you were that man.

Our minds dance over ideas and debates of politics, history, family and religion. Our discussions became food, an insatiable delight.

I suspect my head fell for you before my heart, a heart that you once ask me to follow.

It is a puzzle, like Charlotte in a web I wrote my heart on my sleeves without realizing my actions.

My heart cried bullets of despair when I caught how far my ship sailed into your harbour. I gave so much without any discussion of exclusivity.

Your name was always in my head along with a goofy grin when I recall something you said and/or did.

Your stubbornness collided into my stubbornness into a boiling pot of too much comfort with each other

Although time has faded the urgency of feelings your essence still hugs my being. I no longer beat up myself for thinking of you. It is what it is…

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Prompt Storm 11: Why/Why I love

 

Books: Help Me Remember

Have you ever experienced that feeling of remembering some details for a book that you read some ages ago but the memory stops there. Sometimes you cannot recall the characters names but you can give tidbits of the places they visited and some of their family background. Even more of a challenge is absolutely zero recollection of the author or even the name of the book.

He Is In My Skin

Source: Fragonard, Jean-Honoré La déclaration d’amour via commons.wikimedia.org

Out of all the apples, rotten and good, my heart chose you.

Out of all the soul ties begging for connection, my soul craved your spirit.

Out of all the wandering minds our intellects vine into a combustion.

It is there you left the fragments of your explosion,

scattered over all my skin.

You sunk into my pores and every cleaner cannot get you out.

Years of separation does not erase your road map of memories,

even when you were my second, my heart puts you first.

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This week on Prompt Storm is Free Association Writing, Megan encouraged us to pen something without the aid of a prompt and He Is In My Skin came out even when I tried to suppress the thought many times. To be honest, I hate and love that feeling at the same time. Urgghh!

 

Ugly Duckling/Swan Like Love

We climb many mountains of relationship hazards but we slide down many times landing on our rear end but the important lesson is we came off that slope. As long as we continue to hold each other hands gliding down, there is hope we will survive.

We swam in the valleys of relationship shark desolations, avoiding sharp edge self-help obstacles of the defined norm of a relationship but the good situation is we defined what our relationship comprises, not the standard of relationship experts or ‘nonperts.’

We will go through our challenges: the ugly and the good but like the Ugly Duckling we will raise to the happy after occasion. We know that all the teasing and rejection was a process to get to the happy stage of our lives.

We heard the opinions of many people, some loose mouths with no sane judgement or reasoning about us but we placed them on the back burner. Instead we took the wise words of many others who made meaning contributions in our growth from strolling—>walking—> jogging traits of relationship.