He did it on purpose…
\ndriving me crazy to feed his ego.
\nOh, how clear I see it now,
\nthirty years hence.<\/p>\n
“Call me! I dare you!
\nCall me on that number
\nlisted online. I’ll listen,
\nthen remain proud
\nbehind your back.”<\/p>\n
Oh, love, it’s tempting.
\nWe of the poetic bent
\nbelieve in love despite
\nour perceived insanity.<\/p>\n
“She thinks she knows my soul.”<\/p>\n
I know your soul,
\nprecious son of…<\/p>\n
“I won,” he’ll think.
\n“she hates me.”<\/p>\n
Son of the universe,
\nI don’t hate you.
\nI resonated with you.<\/p>\n
Like all of us,
\nI wanted it to be love.<\/p>\n
So glad to finally see
\nthis isn’t love.
\nNo… just the physics
\nof human vibration.<\/p>\n
Two soul bubbles intersected
\non an identical wavelength,
\namplifying the pattern in me
\nto the point that I felt it –
\nlike electricity across my chest.<\/p>\n
Strangest thing ever,
\nbut it wasn’t love.<\/p>\n
You’re right… I barely knew you,
\nbut the vibrations were
\nsomething like that Brian Adams song –
\nthe one in the snow that you told me about<\/p>\n
the last time we saw us together.<\/p>\n
Yes, you won, my love.
\nYou win.<\/p>\n
I’m gone. Finally! Really!<\/p>\n
Took me forever to figure it out…<\/p>\n
NOT!<\/p>\n
Oh brother! I was in a sad mood.<\/p>\n
He’s not like that. I know he’s not like that. Sometimes I wish I could give myself a reason, as do all in this situation. I have to laugh at myself when I recall these moods. Like one part of my mind telling the part that guides my heart that it’s entirely wrong and irrational. Let it be. Observe it. All things are for one reason or another – none of which anyone will ever really know.<\/p>\n
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