she was a dream i could not live without, as her name screamed peace in my nightmares. it seemed like the worlds had collided and here we were. two people meant for each other( we thought). the days reigned in craziness and all the joys of love, the mysteries and sacrifices. we thrived in tough places and revealed to those who thought it could not be done. on the lips of many lovers we were the team, the dream the ultimate. inside of us, we were still two lonely hearts, who found each other at the right time in the right place. perhaps i was seeking to get lucky, and she caught me in her `charm`.
on the table were two half empty glasses, and the two decided to become one. well the beauty of this, they did become perfectly one. she poured where he was empty, and he thrived therein.
so the days past and her emptiness kept showing. constant complaints, and bouts of anger. i guess love eventually ends this way. the things we called our own became my selfish acts. the worlds we shared before became my choice. she ranted about everything even the way i dressed. she hated all the things i had bought for her even the color of her hair. down that path we rolled trying and aching. i shuttered.
on the table one glass was now empty whereas the other was full. the empty glass complained constantly for it has been cheated, drained, betrayed. when the anger was finally too much, it sought to break the one that was full so that they both could loose.
and so it is, with my better half, how could i give away myself that much? how could i sacrifice all i had for the nothing she gave me, oh...that was her story too.
the problem is that if you are incomplete, no level of beauty, love of another or care can complete you. the truth is you are doomed to drain them of all they ever had. in the end you are both empty and lost.
with two full glasses, union brings overflowing and giving brings blessing.
let he who has ears hear..and let he with reason understand...
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