Friday, August 15, 2008

Sitting Quietly


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:

paisley said...

any one that can say that love doesn't hurt... has evidently never been in love... this was so delicious......

Jackie said...

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.

SunShine said...

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.

June said...

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.