Mendacious (Pathway to admit the truth)

How I came be… that was an act of love from which I was birthed.

Who I am…

Is the result of years of experiences that are unique to me and no one else. There was no map leading me to this point, just the same as there was no road map that lead me to you…

When I met you… My beginning was so far away and yet where I stood felt very much like home, so much so that looking back seemed to only be something that was meant to be learned from and not relived…

Breathing a sigh of relief I took the leap of faith…

Not once ever considering if you needed to be caught… my feet touched the ground beside you…

I took your hand and began walking…

Where we were going… I can’t exactly say… because everything was so brand new, it didn’t really seem to matter and now the matter at hand is that mine which once held yours is now empty… I can’t see you and even worse I don’t know where I am…

How did we get here?

To a place where all that is left with me are the faint phantoms of all things that are you and where all the ghosts of me reside with you… yet we no longer occupy the same space. A place where I’ve already learned that looking back may give me an answer… knowing that what I am really looking for is the pathway leading back to you…

But the only road that is lit, is the one that places me farther away… So I take it, promising myself that I will forget you…

But I lied…

I miss you…

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the reward for the endurance of your beating heart will come to a stand before you

Impulse will compel you to turn around to face all that has occurred in the past… yet the fear of it all coming back to haunt you grasps every nerve ending of the body and petrifies every limb

      Thoughts of each and every near death experience in which you lived to tell the tales of your broken heart, gently closes the eyes as you begin to paint over them utilizing the darkness of those moments left within

Standing in darkness is youAnd inside of you is the urge to open your eyesTo see who is touching your heart that is no longer broken.

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Might I look upon your eyes and treat them as precious night sky filled with stars …and look beyond them allowing my breath to be taken… I pray that my heart will not cease to continue beating in the absence of oxygen while in the presence of you… a pure moment of innocent curiosity… wanting nothing more than nothing less than everything you have kept secret locked behind the sky lit pupils of which I am a student apt to learn how to whisper into them with my own eyes… for the language I use may be inadequate to tell you just how much beyond my wildest imagination that I have fallen in love with you…

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My eyes fall on you, but never away… What doesn’t come through your lips is written all over your face and is meant for my eyes only… In the space where most need to speak to fill in the blanks, you look at me and your silence breaks the quiet… Your eyes, smile and the glow of your skin are the components of your poetry to me… and in one word I could summarize the fact that my heart only belongs to me because I was born with it, yet it is my pleasure to give it to you…