I know that one day I will meet someone who loves me truly. Someone who knows how to properly love. That’s the thing about young love: we’re too naive.
Sending my daughters, all of our daughters, out into the world as women empowered by their sexuality is the treasure I have found beneath the ruins of my marriage.
I’m done breaking a heart that has so much to give. I’m done with small talk, stolen glances, midnight desperation, morning regrets, and digital romances. It’s time I focus on the person I expect someone to fall in love with.
You have seduced art,
from my once distracted heart,
fierce love, from my once terrified body --
you know how to reveal my soul,
shake down my walls, melt my eyes.
All the things I never appreciated about you
I wish I could turn back time and love them
I was so foolish, so arrogant, so self-obsessed
That I didn't take the time to get to know you
Our relationship was all about me
Like I lived with a secret
That I never took the time to unravel
Although I favor elaborate existential deliberation to attempt understanding and translation of profound feelings, it is a rather excellent backdrop informing how we relate with each other, giving a grounding for romantic illusions whilst also drawing attention to the poignancy of our existence ...