Acceptance: a break up story
I peer into windows that reflect as much as they reveal. A late, autumn afternoon by stilled waters is where this celebration takes place. March...
A tribute to the day her life graced mine.
O how Suns set and Moons rise.
Our psyches swim in the depths of the scene, chasing...
Like yin and yang, veiled by the dying sun’s yellow emporium.
The birth of a night star, enlightened by the sight of aVon, reminds me of the temperament of her beauty; a state that is quenchable at the touch of a Kleenex.
Burning to reveal self, the makeup fades as the twilight sets... marking the beginning of the end.
As we coast along the banks, envious eyes are coupled with mouths, continuously damning the sight of her. Wolves dressed in Cashmere trying to get a chance at this treasure. She seems not to mind...
“They know a good thing when they see it” she says.
Each syllable bringing chills to my being. I turn her focus towards the stilled waters.
“What do you see?” I ask.
“I didn’t come here to loo...” and with sleight of hand, she found herself consumed by the waves she caused as she pulled me in with her.
A smirk on my face is quickly washed away by the rage within her condescending glare. Hell hath no fury like a woman soused.
“Take me home, now!” she exclaimed.
As we get out of the water, her shivers spark a feeling of remorse, forcing my arm to hold her close as she hides her face against my drenched chest. Walking towards the car, I feel her tears hit me like drops of ice cold water falling on burning coal. I pull gently at her chin only to see her eyelids ridden with black smears; looking like she’s taken a few good ones from the bad hand of life...
“What’s wrong?” I ask.
“Look at me, I’m a mess!” she exclaimed.
“You really aren’t” I try and reassure her... “If anything, you are the quintessence of Beauty.”
“Stop it. You don’t understand. You just ruined everything.” she cried.
Drawing closer to the car, we stop under a light post. I gently embrace her head within my hands with her face cusped towards me. I clear the smears around her eyes, revealing a secret that had been so well hidden...
A darkened blemish on her right eyelid, positioned parallel to my burning heart. Its significance marked much like a bruise. At least, that is what she made of it.
“No, what are you doing” she cried trying to escape my caress. I felt her face turn icy. “I can’t do this” she said.
With those words, I witnessed the walls she created. A foundation deeply rooted in insecurity and like the brisk kiss of the wind sifting through the autumn leaves, I felt her drift away leaving a bittersweet scent in my soul...
“Wait” I whispered, “Don’t make me pay for his mistakes...”
“It doesn’t make a difference” she replied.
“You’re the apple of my eye... My love isn’t blind...” I said.
“You’re too good to be true.” she said, pushing my hands as she walked away.
As the revelation sets; a revelation revealing the tragedy of this new age West side story... It’s collusion of Eastern philosophies corroded its licit nature.
I feel the same old feelings rising up in me; feelings of serene rage rippling away at this paradox; we’re all constantly searching for acceptance but fail to accept ourselves...
I feel the same old feelings rising up in me.