Shattered

lovey dovey? sure.... mushy? yeah... true? You bet your sweet bippy it is. and i wouldn't have it any other way you know.

He smelled of war and spring. Gunpowder and wildflowers plucked while driving with undertones of freedom as the wind rushed past him. He was my everything at the moment, for so many moments, and it shattered me.

 

He was everything I had never known. Physical and caring, and the one thing she needed at that moment in her life. He was stability and monotony. He was faithful, but not to her, and it shattered me.

 

He was neither good nor evil, just smooth skin and gentle words. Hands held at the darkest moments of the morning. Silence broken by counting stars crossing overhead. Dishonesty that was never forgiven, only because he never gave himself the chance, and it shattered us.

 

He was sweet and kind. Piggyback rides and cute nicknames, similar clothing, and my black sheep friend of faith. He was like a brother, and nothing more... and I shattered him.

 

He was friendship placed farther. Far away but still close and near, sweet words and silent promises. Still he was lost to an unseen love, and it shattered things for a while...but even shattered love can become friendship again.

 

He is every one of these men, without having ever been them. They mar my vision and blanket my judgment in the quiet and the dark times. He is a pair of loving arms wrapped around my cold body, giving me strength and warmth. He is a soft kiss in the morning, when he thinks I am asleep, because he loves me. He is the words that bring me back up when I fall into tears and fears and thoughts of despair. He is not the completion of my life, but my other half to share life with. He is the very thing that gives me reason to smile for no reason through out the day. The one who shaved my head, and now refuses to ever let me do it again. The one who is willing to marry twice because of unknown troubles. The one who will trade years of sex for a soft touch, a sweet kiss, and a night wrapped round each other in perfect harmony. He is my love, my soul, my everything, and I am shattered no more

Author's Note

thoughts of human frailty have overtaken my mind... plenty of people feeling shattered, not always at the hands of others, sometimes at the hands of fate alone, and medical anomalies...