A love story yet to be told…
life ebbs.. the pain comes and goes.. the questions rise..
will you care?.. do you see my pain.. do you see my heart.. is it too much to
ask that you care like I do? is this fire in my bones mine alone to hold... let
go.. yet you seem to have a firm grip on my heart... get out of my head.. get
out of my life.. yet will I be able to bear the pain.. greatest fears becoming
true- you see me, naked, plain, full of shame; you see my beauty, you see my
heart; you see me as I am yet you walk away.. or you do not walk at all, which
seems to bring more pain.. rejection seems a better option than passivity, for
at least there is no grey... yet grey and no-man's land is the country in which
I live... trying to trust, trying not to make demands.. how is that even
possible when my heart craves that which it may not have.. and who said that I
may not have it? who said I may not have you? is it me, are my fears too great,
my emotions too overwhelming, am I too much to handle? is it you- your fear
that I will be like her, walking away, your fear of commitment, your struggles
with the imperfections of a women's heart? Is it fate that has said no? Two
star crossed lovers, not meant to be seems too heavy a cross. Why would fate
pull such a card, where all seems lost, and there is no path.. let go... let
go... I surrender, let go, yet all the while secretly hold on to the desire
that this is not the end.. and that there will be a fairytale love still to be
written, for yes although you do not know my heart is smitten.
Erika Filter
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