Wicked Wednesday Gloves and Rope – Smooth and tied – Black and White
Queen of Hearts, the Magician, and the three card trick.
(Or the Story of Me and Him)
Three of Hearts
I opened the door, you stood there looking beautiful, all shiny and new
You looked at me, smiled, my heart swelled and I began to shine too
We talked about evolution, troubles in life, past loves and heartbreak
Together we were not sure what we had, but we recognised it wasn’t fake
I said see you soon, you walked away, in the blink of an eye, 17 years flew by.
Two of Hearts
We sat opposite, under the umbrella, laughed, brushed lips and drank wine
You were so sure, with me just glancing at you and thinking you were fine.
We held each other close, hearts beating fast, and danced with words of tomorrow
The reality proved different and showered us with pain and sorrow
I said see you soon, you walked away, in the tear from an eye, 3 years flew by
Ace of Hearts
Finally, the present has arrived wrapped up in love and delicious sin
Our life and hearts are overflowing with each day; our souls are akin
This time was always waiting, I believe that when I look at your face
Every day, every hour, every minute I spend with you are moments of Grace
Last thing in the eve, our bodies entwine, in the blink of an eye, night flies by Continue reading Queen of Hearts, the Magician, and the three card trick.
I found myself in a relationship where I had given everything that was on my inside and it felt like little was being returned. Read about it. So I moved on with an open mind but it soon became apparent that he was so un-evolved that he could not see the bigger picture. Everything we shared, he wanted to keep. He wanted me to leave with nothing. This puzzled me as my view on love is that it should be a giving and understanding thing. Just because it did not work out should not mean his morals should slip. Love had existed between us once so why be selfish and immoral after?
Love. Was it real to him?
If the shoe had been on the other foot I would understand that, no matter how much it hurt, if he needed to leave me to be happy then that is what must happen. He failed to recognise this, so did he ever really love me?