discontention

a summary of some meditations

She told me that she loved me, we'd never be apart,
but that was a lie, as was us, from the start,
the pain she dealt to my soul struck resoundantly,
for she'd conned me so completely, there were no boundaries,
 everything mine was hers, everything would I have done,
 and now I'm staring down the barrel of an unloaded gun.

There's no real purpose in this thing I hold in my hands,
 it's not going to hurt me, nor make her abide my demands,
and it doesn't even scare the one who counsels me through this,
a dear friend she is, though no aid in her words exists.

For she tells me to become at peace with myself, and figure out the why, so I set out and contemplated, on the very nature of life.

I realized that desiring to love and be loved is not a whim, it's the very divine purpose, (along with it's antithesis) and failing so intensely in this, I ask her permission not to exist,
yet without answer to my concerns, is how she persists, so I guess this is what my creator insists.

It's an upward struggle, this world it is, chaos, and malcontent serve a purpose,
for the nature of love and it's pursuit is,
the mechanism of creation, source of innovation,
as in womankind's name we build wonders untold,
as we seek our path along a feeble road,
futile and fertile, pathetic and yet somehow still bold.
 

Author's Note

look deeper than the surface.

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[TheKaylaPup]

You know your impossible to hate. It's different reading this and knowing exactly what you mean, different from reading most people's work. Oh well, I doubt you'll ever read this anyway.