Emotions by ~aoi-me
Deviant art
Your clothes lying on the floor,
Document, record, ammunition.
Perceived slights remembered,
thrown into the next fray like
angry wasps. How did I become
this hard, sharp-tongued woman?
The stings travel to your eyes, I
see the hurt there. I want to pull
this soft spot from inside me and
not smeared upon my sleeve
but in my hand, a beating gift to
show I still love you. Quietly,
I wait, hoping you make
the trip back to me.
4 comments:
any one that can say that love doesn't hurt... has evidently never been in love... this was so delicious......
I love this - it brought tears to my eyes from that familiar place that I remain tangled by stings --- and or the one who is sometimes labeled as a Queen wasp. Beautiful.
wow...my recent goals in life is to be softer and to hold less tension within. I know these words too well, and it does prove that when you hurt others, you also pain yourself. Beautifully written.
I know this feeling. Sadly, I know it often and recently. I think hurting is born of being hurt...not sure how to get out of the cycle.
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