I’m a mess

That momentary thought that cutting my hand and feeling that sharp cold steel, the pain blossoming crimson.  That would be better than not holding you.

  I was doing so good yesterday, then my brain betrayed me and I dreamed of you.  The feel of your skin, the taste of you, your short sharp gasps.  All laid out and preserved in my brain, false memories of something never occurred.

So today, when faced with you in the world, I must confront again your lack of interest.  Something I thought I had a handle on. But not so much it turns out.  I would be telling friends this, but I don’t want advice.  I just want someone to hold.

Intimate vs Friend relationships

I get hurt so badly from relationships because of a realization. The realization that the only way to allow for a potential beyond friends is to throw the doors open wide and allow them in from the word go. So, someone I’m interested in romantically, effectively holds a dagger to my heart. They cut the line, as it were, and get all of me. Which means when it goes south they do significant damage. I compartmentalize so I may seem fine but my inner world is trashed, chaotic and emotions can sweep through like a tsunami.

Friends, friends is different. That is a slow process as I come to know them and what aspects of my life and personality that I can safely share. So when someone I’m interested in romantically says let’s be friends and see where it goes, I can nearly instantly know it’s not going to work out. I can’t think of anyone who may be interested in a romantic relationship deferring that relationship for possibly years.

For many people, friendship is casual. Not for me. What most consider friends, I consider to be Associated. And associated at the lowest level at that. Most people who I like but don’t interact with often fall into this category. There are few who make their way past that point. But those that do become very important. I trust them. And by and large, I don’t trust anyone, not fully.

So, there you have it. If you want to be my friend, settle in. Be yourself. But know, it may never happen. If you want to get into a intimate relationship with me, sometime before several years have past, don’t take the “let’s be friends and see what happens” path. It won’t go like you think.

The journey

After Sara was taken, I became a nearly bottomless well of anger and sadness. I tried to fill that hole with sex and control. When that didn’t work, I tried to fill it with anger and blood. That alleviated the constant ache. But did nothing to heal me.

Eric changed all that. He picked me up, healed my wounds. Taught me to love again. But sometimes relationships don’t work out, he left and eventually found M. Eric died in early November. I know M still grieves, still rages, still weeps. I miss Eric, but he was not my ‘the one’.

The ‘one’. Not really a concept I believe in. What I do believe is that there are people whose magnetic polarization is the opposite of yours and when you find them, there is a instant connection. Why do I mention this? I found someone who flipped me, someone who felt right.

But after several months, It’s been brought to my attention that what I thought was true, may not be. More, likely isn’t. Effectively they called yellow. And while that could mean that it may work out, somehow I’m not thinking it will.

But I’m hopeful. Because, I have loved. I have been loved. I know who I am. They are worthy of love. So while it hurts, until they call it, I will be there. I’ve known pain. I know I can survive this. It’s difficult, but any chance at love is worth the price.

I hope to always feel that way.

Ice knife

Beauty incarnate slash my heart
frozen blade
swift smile
in shallow pool of frost and blood
Sharp and tender
spill me out
Push it home
I’m tired of this slowly ending
Thrust it home
Numb the better feeling
Exhale crystals stained dark
Let it end
This drawn out damnation

Primal scream

I’m still in love with her. I know she doesn’t want me. Just wants friends. But I can’t be friends like that. All intimate and sharing, without love? I can’t do it. It doesn’t seem like I was wrong. Every time I escalated the intimacy, I checked with her. (it’s the Bdsm caution) Each time she liked what I was doing. Didn’t want me to stop. It wasn’t physical. She wasn’t ready for long-term physical relationship. Various reasons, reasoning I concur with. I don’t want her once. I want her all the time. And if that took time to develop, I was/am willing to give her the time. I still love her. I’m not allowed to say it. I still love her. I’m not allowed to show it.

I’ve known love but not like this. Not where her mere presence makes me and the world better. Not where I want to roll around in the sound of her voice like a cat with catnip. I’ve never fallen this hard.

I’m picking up the pieces. I expect to be doing that for some time. And I still can’t help hoping.

Words

If I tell someone that I love them, I do not expect them to say it back.  I, generally, just want the freedom to express the depths of my feelings. Why are people, seemingly, so afraid to be loved? Or perhaps I’m the weird one, loving people and not expecting reciprocity.

Spinning thoughts on a dream

The slow ratcheting down of heart and breathe.
A sink and a dream half remembered.
Sour with hopes crushed by the slow fleeting dip of times forgetting.
Drink and be merry but sounds trashy cousin lies through it’s tongue and kissing
lips parts company from laugh and limb,
hip toss, shimmy belly dance.
Give in, grow languid in sensual rush,
twist, taste with tongue, rasp,
teeth leaving impression,
smell heat,
soft breathing give way to panting,
breathe heavy with dipping lust,
break the twig,
fierce storm abating,
sip thoughtful from my blood,
sink down in moan and growl,
sad lovers at the feast,
grown weary, grown distant,
harsh and limited by the pressure of lopsided grin,
pirouette and fall, shards crash,
bounce tinkle like bells falling silent

Song for a relationship that never was

It’s a slip, it’s a fall
Its a wonder you know me at all
Its a knife to my gut
Its a whiff of too much blood

But I can’t fight this
No I can’t fight this

Its obsessed with your smile
It’s going that extra, extra mile
It’s my words in your dreams
It’s your eyes when I’m unseen

No, I can’t fight this
No, I won’t fight this

It’s this heart beating fast
And the thought that we could last

It’s your kiss of his lips
And my slowly clenching fist

But I can’t fight this
I’m trying to fight this
No I can’t fight this

It’s you walk-ing away
And me living another day

It’s your text when you’re sad
And my taking a last stand

I don’t want to fight this
But. I. Can’t live. Like this
No, I can’t fight this
… But.. I.. Won’t live like this
I just can’t live like this
I. Just can’t… Live.. Like.. This

All songs end

Her dark beauty calls to me
A siren song calling me deeper
A voice ranges down my spine
Electric it prompts me to dive
The crushing depths press in
But deeper still till heart slows
Breathe runs out
Oxygen depleted
But there she is within reach
I open my mouth to call to her
Then pop
The deeps crush
Rend, smoosh, blood colors the darkness
Far from the sky
My home

Counterclockwise spin

Despair grips, hope spilling away
A bauble picked up then discarded
Shattered, leaking hearts blood into the sand
Draining away until all proof of its existence fades

Singular in choice and foolish
Much as the pain etches acid trails
Try again, until oblivion claims me.