Siblings or lovers?
It doesn’t matter as long
As love keeps them close.
The weak can never forgive. Forgiveness is the attribute of the strong. ~Mahatma Gandhi
This silent treatment
Is getting more than old.
Same argument as before
With no resolution in sight.
Surely we can do better than that.
Like clouds boiling in a darkened sky
Our emotions take center stage.
What we need to remember
Is why we’re together
And how strong we are
I can forgive, but I cannot forget, is only another way of saying, I will not forgive. Forgiveness ought to be like a cancelled note — torn in two, and burned up, so that it never can be shown against one. ~Henry Ward Beecher, American clergyman
The older I get, the more I crave peace.
Don’t smother each other. No one can grow in the shade. ~Leo Buscaglia, American author and motivational speaker
Tell me I’m witty, clever, and pretty.
Tell me I make your world whole.
Tell me you love me, say it out loud.
Buy me more flowers and gold.
Take me with you whenever you can.
Call me from work every day.
Surprise me with baubles, trinkets, and such.
Never neglect me in any way.
They don’t call me diva for nothing, you know.
I’m needy, demanding, and rare.
I expect your attention, presence, and heed.
My pleasure, your only care.
(Some people are just like honeysuckle vines
And won’t stand on their own two feet.)
Reply to my texts the minute you see them.
Answer my calls when I ring.
Don’t make plans with your friends on Saturday night,
Only to me shall you cling.
I don’t like fishing or sports or hunting,
Don’t bore me with lifting weights.
Your job is simple: make sure I’m happy,
And the wolf’s away from the gates.
High maintenance? Yes, but I’m worth it, you know,
What else would you do with your time?
Look how much pleasure I bring to your life.
Without me, you’re not worth a dime.
(Are you sure you want such a sticky bond?
I’d beat a path ‘cross the street!)
Note: I’ve known people like this, haven’t you? They’re clingy and demanding; nothing but complete adoration will keep them satisfied (and even that sometimes isn’t enough).
I didn’t ask for it to be over. But then again I didn’t ask for it to begin. For that’s the way it is with life, as some of the most beautiful days come completely by chance. But even the most beautiful days eventually have their sunset.
She: I’m busy. Job to do. Focused. When I look up and lock eyes with my past, my heart stops.
When I meet your stormy glare, I shudder.
Blue skies darkened by muddy cumulonimbus.
Was it something I said?
Who can be sunny forever?
That faint twitch in your lip,
Feet cemented to the floor.
Can’t you talk without your hands?
Careless words better left unsaid.
A book takes flight,
A door slams tight.
Then, stony silence.
One isn’t always the loneliest number, you know.