Monday, June 24, 2013

The Looking Glass

I was laying in your arms when you told me that you hate me. We had just finished making love. You told me that people hate what they don't understand. Therefore, you hate me. Do you hate me now? Now that I have bandaged you? Now that I have held that towel down to clot your blood?

Sometimes I hate me now. Just to be on your side. Just to prove that I will always support you. In all you do. Even when it hurts me.

I saw it in your eyes. The pain and regrets. I saw myself. How you still see me. I should be yours, that's what your eyes said. Right now, we're not supposed to be here. We are supposed to be in that place where I am still yours. I saw your eyes say it.

It's all over. The dust has settled enough for me to see the wounds you left me. They're not so bad. But these parts will always be ugly.

I've never been so ugly.


  1. You have at no time been more beautiful and will only grow to be more so.

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    1. The gift is truth and the thanks evidence of your understanding of it. You are welcome my dear friend.