i have long been searching, pleading for the words to come out right. me, the word-nerd with the penchant for saying just about the right things at the right time, pleading… imagine that.
there were stuff that needed to be said… or perhaps these were the same stuff that i needed to hear?
but i have been robbed of that. i have been deprived of a proper apology for an offense done. not even a hint of remorse has been showed. my belief that it had all been a great big lie is left uncontested. i had to be left there standing, waiting, calling out unheard "iloveyou’s" and "please come back for me’s" as i watched a shadow storm away from me, without even sharing a goodbye kiss.
but barely two moons later, the cloud had lifted. my line of vision that had been cemented to your perfect little sculpture had been smashed, leaving me staring at a vandalized image of an idol of times past. the heat of April and the rains of May have erased any trace of my unfounded adhesion to you.
no more blurred and invisible lines. i have seen the barriers and i toe the line and draw my own.
on the other side, the tragedy ends. and as i cross the border, my revolution begins.
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