When Good Love Goes BAD...
This page is strictly for love that has gone sour. You know,like that milk that you keep on intending to throw out but never do.
THE CONVERGENCE
The cold snap of the winter wind sends chills up and down the spine. The sky tells that an ominous force is nearing.
The mind quakes with fear. The eyes are transfixed upon the wickedness from the west. The countdown to its coming has begun. Hence,the reservation and confusion.
Loyalty to the one that is near-at-hand is strained. I can feel the love and happiness slowly disperse from my soul. The emotions are scattered across a wasteland named; Relationship.
The abrupt coming of the entity has rocked the very core of my being. Its mere presence put all natural behaviors to a halt. This disruption of routine is
unsettling,but like most things this to shall pass.
A warm glow on the outer edge of the wasteland gives me hope. That the wickedness from the west will vanish.
Bound By Words
Words bind this heart of mine, restricted by chains. Yet, the manacles are nothing more than mere words. Words, that ignited and extinguished a tremendous bounty of love and loathing. Words that cut the heart both ways. But still, I am bound by words.
Bound by words that are superficial and trivial to most.
Constrained to a covenant that was solely made by one heart.
Each day it remains in bondage, the heart slowly becomes callused. Why not hurl off these shackles that restrain me so ?
But, I can not
Because I am bound by words…
The Evil that Men Do
Surrounded in an atmosphere of indulgences
Overwhelmed, by its hazy appearance
I find myself tempted --
Every need is a desire and every want is a sin .
Each one comes neatly wrapped in
a handsome display of male portraiture.
Pretty parcels they may be
But, the contents are nothing more
Than treachery and deceit.
Muffled are the voices of Reason
For consciousness sake
Broken Rainbows of the Heart
Over the years, the heart hath shed many tears. It pains for unconditional understanding of those that are close.
Yet, it still opens for new pangs. They come quickly, but they are easily forgiven.
But of course, the heart forgets and goes on without missing a beat.
Only, to be harmed again. A rainbow around the heart is special because it is a promise.
A promise that is broken so easily. Numerous rainbows have been shattered . So, great is the number that it can not keep count.
But, over time it learns that the most important rainbow to keep is the one we all posse.
A covenant that states we must be true to ourselves no matter what and only answer to our ultimate of beings. This one vow, will be enough to shield this heart from any mar that may come this way.
The EX
The anxiety of possibly running into him, some what frienghtens me. The heart pounds and races within the chest.
Suddenly it stops, the door swings open , it’s not him. I find myself constantly looking over my shoulder as if I were a fugitive, hiding from the law.
My nerves are frayed and steadily unraveling. The idea of bumping into him confuses the emotions.
They are all stumbling over each other, trying to rise to the top. Hopefully,when he does appear those emotions will not surface. Like all things, this to will subside.
New Day
This is the dawn of a day that is absent of malice and fear. Anxiety is no longer the ruler of my life. I welcome the onset of a new day with an open heart. The soul basks in the rays of the sun.
A new day has come and it has embracesed me. Within its clasp all sensations of loneliness fades away. Days do not seem long engoiugh. Waiting, this is no longer apart of my New Day. In the day I see hope, dreams, and wishes that can come true.
They’re all in reach. A new day, anything can happen . Love can bloom, flowers can sing, and life is simple.
The past two years has been a heavey fog filled with doubts,worries, and missed opportunities. Now, that the days are filled with joy, I can look forward, to the next sunrise.
© Christina Womack
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