Lies
whispering hands
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The concept of love is a mystery, built upon lies.
Meant to lure you into a false security; safe in his arms.
They smile and tell you they love you; soul thieves.
Why do we believe them, so blind to their lies?!?!
I used to cherish this fable; one day I'd be loved.
If pain is prerequisite then I have more than paid my dues.
I have been crushed, battered, spat on, and left for dead.
Now I shudder at the mention of love; that horrid lie, facade.
Saftey is found in being alone, for I am the only one to love me.
I do not crush my own soul, lie to myself, or delight in my own pain.
I do not think my heart is a toy, a target for the practice of cruelty.
I do not think I am a stepping stone to the next best deal in life.
I see those in love, and I cry. For them, for me, for the unfairness of it.
Why does it work for them, how is it love blessed some, and kills others?
Why is pain necessary in this venture? I have had enough of pain; cried oceans.
So why do some sink and I have to drown? What did I do wrong?
Meant to lure you into a false security; safe in his arms.
They smile and tell you they love you; soul thieves.
Why do we believe them, so blind to their lies?!?!
I used to cherish this fable; one day I'd be loved.
If pain is prerequisite then I have more than paid my dues.
I have been crushed, battered, spat on, and left for dead.
Now I shudder at the mention of love; that horrid lie, facade.
Saftey is found in being alone, for I am the only one to love me.
I do not crush my own soul, lie to myself, or delight in my own pain.
I do not think my heart is a toy, a target for the practice of cruelty.
I do not think I am a stepping stone to the next best deal in life.
I see those in love, and I cry. For them, for me, for the unfairness of it.
Why does it work for them, how is it love blessed some, and kills others?
Why is pain necessary in this venture? I have had enough of pain; cried oceans.
So why do some sink and I have to drown? What did I do wrong?
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The duality of life.....and the fact that we can be brutes.....we are brutes....and if it wasn't for the virtues of women and all that they teach us; men would have nuked this world to hell by now.
After reading this piece, I took some time to reflect on my marriage and my conduct in it. I realize that if not for my sweet wife and all she has given me....I would still be a complete loser; selfishly meandering the landscape on the lookout for what will satisfy my appetite. From her, I learn more than I am willing to admit.
This post deserves a song dedication....Hail, hail
Sometimes realize i can only be as good as you'll let me....are you woman enough to be my man, banded hand in hand.....all hail the lucky ones.
Thanks for the reminder WH
In joyous part