Bleeding Souls

When hearts are broken there is only sometimes blame, but there is always pain. If you're heart has been ripped open, left bleeding till the clotting starts, to be followed in time by hard white scar tissue, then let your blood spill in words onto this page, and know that someone will hear the wailing of your misery.

 Thank you for freeing me from this prison of my own designs.

 You’ve freed my soul from this iron cage,
 I’ve dwelt in here, and been happy with the spikes,
 The rusty bars have held me in place.

 I do not know,
 If it is the bottom of the cage you’ve let lose under me,
 Or the top you’ve opened to the sky.

 I do not know,
 If I shall fall into ablivion,
 Or fly like an eagle, and let my spirit carry me.

 Most likely both.

 You learn from mistakes, and become wise from learning, so the more
mistakes you make, the wiser you become, and the less you learn.  …or so
says Garrison Keeler.

 You’ve taught me immeasurable lessons.  I guess I have a long way to go.

 I wish I could see you as a mistake.
 I wish I could see you as treasured lesson.
 I wish I could see you as my future.
 I wish I could get you out of my system.
 I wish my mind could rest in the middle, off the pendulum for a while.

 Complexity makes me happy.
 Simplicity makes content.
 I’m a contradiction in terms,
 Always exuberantly depressed.

 I wish you were perfection.
 I wish you weren’t so much closer than I ever thought I’d get.
 I wish I couldn't imagine anyone better.
 I wish I /could./

• i...i wish you, dear soul, knew half the beauty of the words that slip from the hollow of your heart. you think love has fled, and yet these words pour. i am at awe of you. i am speechless. i am thankful. you are beautiful. -moth

• I wish I wasn't the one who had to poke swiss cheese holes in your psyche. I know you've come a long ways since even when you wrote this, but I still wish I didn't have to do what I did. Imperalist Nostalgia strikes again. Moth is right, you are beautiful. You deserve more than the pain I am causing. But I'm happy for you, and for us. We're doing okay. We're friends, and it's better than it's been for months. How bizarre is that. But... I love you, and you love me, and we treat each other differently, and move on. ::hugs:: ~becca