Is The End Near?
Is the end near?
does she love me?
or the pretend person I created to make her happy?
The one that pretends to be happy with this job and the one that
pretends to be content with a mediocre and sporadic sex life. The man who
ignores the pain her actions cause him, the man who tries to hide all
unpleasant feelings from her and fails so miserably.
Does she know how I doubt her love? The anger I feel because of the
carelessly spoken words of spite. The kisses hello and
good-bye that I have to remind her to give. That man who loves her
is I; but I don't even know who he is.
I use to dream of reaching the stars and her being by my side. Lately at
night as I lay awake I wonder if I will find the strength to be alone. No
house with a swing, no children, no dog, no dreams of chairs set on the
porch facing the same direction.
I have thought and wondered what would make me feel secure.
Secure in her love for me.
Would I learn as I think I would that she doesn't really want me, doesn't
really need me, doesn't really love me.
And in the end I will be alone.
I bid you Peace.
The time is always NOW. Breath In. Breath Out. Move On.