Staunching The Wound
I like words. I like them a whole lot – whether they’re spoken or written, they hold a deep appeal to me. I like to to read, to write, to talk and to listen. To learn from the knowledge words impart. For me, words are intense, powerful, strong and moving.
But when it comes to believing someone? When it comes to truth or lies? Then, it’s more than words, because words – no matter how intense and powerful – are only a part of the story. When it comes to truth, lies, perceptions and beliefs, then actions must be counted. And when the two don’t match up? Then I’m far more likely to place stock in actions, and what those actions say.
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Too Much
I’ve got a dozen posts knocking about in my head and in draft, but I can’t seem to get any of them finished. Which is likely because this post needs to be done first – and I don’t want to write it. I think it has to be done, though.
I’ve broken up with people before. And I’ve been broken up with before. In all those instances, though, at least one party (if not both) was at the point when they needed to move on. Where their feelings had changed. Where what was ‘in love’ – or at least ‘love’ – had altered to the point where the relationship was no longer feasible.
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Eclipse of the Heart
If you turn your back to me, eventually I will also turn my back to you.
I will curl forward and hug myself, exposing my spine even as I know it makes me vulnerable.
But you’ve seen me vulnerable before, and never caused harm. Until now. And it hurts all the more for not being deliberate. For being thoughtless. Why did you not realise I was worthy of being thought about?
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