Emotions are cluttered; words and feelings formed in paraphrase: feelings like Pain; emotions like Hate.
Words formed as questions– questions like Why?
Did you get off that night knowing you made me cry?
I loved you; honestly. Deeply…you knew me and I knew you. Intimately; completely.
shattered it. Shards of glass decorates the exterior of our white-picket fence fantasy; blood soaks the interior of the epiphany of its impracticality.
Love may be hardship, but it shouldn’t always makes you cry… your actions contradicted all your words, and turned your “honesty” into honest lies.
Now emotions are cluttered; words and feelings formed in paraphrase–and I’m feeling “broken”; I’m feeling ashamed. Words form as questions, questions like “what now?” –forgive and forget, is that what I do now?
Yes, it isn’t easy—it may be hard, but love doesn’t always equal war! Yet shards of glass decorate the exterior of our fantasies, and blood soaks the interior of the epiphany of the impracticalities.
And love isn’t like that, everyone knows that. It just—isn’t, you know?
(C) Marie Meyers, 2013