Painful Wakeup, Hour 1

Once more under black velvet pinpricked by cosmic light
Once again conduct muses to give voice to this silent night
Once again sculpt from Eris’ random form into ordered lines
Once more into the depths of infinite Mind…

She stirred my depths to percolate what I thought forgotten
Made fresh the parts I thought decayed and rotten
The long-suppressed emotions I had tucked away in hope of my own safety
The demons that I thought no longer chased me

The tidal wave of passion nearly drowning
The loss of my self-discipline astounding

Ever wanting more

Ever wanting more than what I could consume
The way the world would fade away when she was in the room
And soon I lost all sense of self in rabbit-hole of who she was
The razor edge between infatuation and what I thought was love

But flowry words are cheap when gestures of affection unreturned
The fire of physical connection without the mental left both of us burned
And as both of us yearned for more than the other had to offer
I felt my heart inch closer to the slaughter

Lesson learned

Now months have passed and painful throb has faded to a half-forgotten ache
I look back at the times we spent and don’t see them as mistakes
Just another step in both our journeys, maybe in the right direction
For all else she shook what was asleep awake

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