There will come a day when you look around and home is no longer a meditative place to rest or relax. The four walls that once enclosed love, hope and laughter have now been picked bone dry and are bleeding with hate and anger. This dance could continue for as long as you live or it can end with one final blow to the heart.
Every word and action is chopped and spit out with opera like emotion and a killer cold reaction. Will you ever love again? Will you ever trust again? Will you ever be free?
You start to wonder if any of your memories from happier times were ever real because to effortlessly walk away and forget love well means it never was love to begin with. Say what you want, but it's a bit of a one sided argument when everything not perfect about the other is looked over and everything else is criticized and bashed. It may have hurt at one point, but now it's just ammunition for my jet setting heart to pack up and move as far as away from this fucked up, bull shit existence presently called life.
Kate
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