| Have you ever seen the one woman you truly love with someone else? Have you ever seen her so excited about...not you? The anger..overwhelming..the sorrow..deep to the bone..the helplessness..maddening.. How do we manage to get by? How do I keep myself from crying? I don't know.. Maybe it was all a lie..your love..her devotion.. Maybe none of it was real..maybe you'll never experience it..
Maybe tomorrow...you'll die...
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| Being in love is like walking a tight-wire...which leads to a higher point.. It takes great care to stay on..to stay steady..on course..keep your balance.. One small move...the slightest twitch.. You fall over.. But it's not only you on that wire..she is there too..on the same wire.. The both of you MUST be in sync.. Moving together..keeping your eyes forward..looking ahead..seeing what movements will be the best for the both of you..if you fall..you drag her with you.. If you let her fall..you'll be all alone up there..she'll have hit the ground.. You will have to look.. You will see her..and you will also fall.
I'm so sorry I let you fall...I never knew that holding off for 2 weeks would have separated us so much..
You're lucky though..you've had so many to catch you.. I'm all alone..I've fallen many times..
I miss you..weather I admit it or not.. I will always do what I can to help you..even though you've cut my wire..many times over and over again..
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| I grew up a tough guy. Almost nothing could make me cry. Nearly nothing phased me. I could take the hardest hit from the strongest fist.
How can a girl hurt me so much? How come it's so easy for her to do this? She can rip me into pieces...grind me to a fine powder...with ease.. Yet a 230+ Lb. man...trained to fight.. just like I was..maybe even more...can't even phase me.
Why is this? Why is can i control myself phyisicaly...but not emotionaly?
I can change the position of my body quickly to meet any situation. I can even stand so that I can defend from any attack...and attack anything all at once. But my emotions...they are set. A certain weakness. What can not be changed...can...and will be exploited.
These set emotions also leave a perpetual pain...large or small...it weathers away at the spirit...down to the soul.
This weak area turns from an area of protection from the outside...to an feeling of desperacy. Wanting anything which can strengthen it. Nothing can mend this wound..it is a hole..permenant.
This is a wound...created by women...all men are strong. They are softened by the hands of a woman. All women can see this weakness..and all exploit it. They strike there with the sharpest...yet smallest dagger. Watch our pupils close and then open wide. They turn their wrist..dagger in hand..blade piercing....twisting with their hand. I can see the emotions in her... ...but... ...they are masked...by pleasure...
A will so strong...destroyed by a weakness so fine......Penetrated by a woman so beautiful...someone who could never hurt you.
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| hmm..don't ya love it? I was completely over Sheri. Then I'm told that she wants to get back together with me...and what happens? I fall right back for her!
She cuddles me and kisses my neck...LICKS my neck...not at all a sexual move. I kinda play back..."you know i'm seeing someone right?" Sheri says.. hmm she was licking my neck...kissing me...and holding me gently and tightly.
SHERI IS OBVIOUSLY NOT INTERESTED IN ME ANYMORE!!!!
wow...didn't I get set up here lol
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