The heart is crumbling, the mind is in a sea of depression. Every word is a slap in the face. You've beaten me like this before. Shattered my being to the point that I don't know where it is anymore. Yet you open your arms and offer me their safety. But in time the arms slip away, shoving me back into the cold. Fists fly and all the wounds that had once been healed by your gentle love, are split wide open by your anger and bitterness. I take each hit thinking things will be better. That those caring arms will come back to me...but they aren't coming back this time. I am not welcomed by the one that ones them. So I will say my farewells, but they will not be forever. When those arms open again with their love, I'll be back, letting them heal my wounds once again.
A Story of Love
February 27, 2010