Love…and tragedy.

Now the inspiration from this is from when I was around…18, and ended probably 25. Well, I think..lol..I honestly thought I was a goner anyhow. I was stupid for this woman and the world wasn’t having any of it, and at the time I didnt particularly want anything to do with the world that wouldnt allow us to be together. We were best friends and so much more, and even though we haven’t spoken more than a sentence or two to each other in over a decade and a half, I am pretty damn confident that only 10 minutes talking over a cup of coffee would set us straight and back into those bad habits of having to spend at least 2 hours a day discussing the world and our place in it.

Cheers Amy…You’re the standard by which all women are weighed in TonyTown.

A day in the life.
…her life.

She forges further in spite of the mortal wound in her side.
…so powerful
…so intelligent
…and so beautiful

…yet so sad…

All she has left (that I can see) is her ambitions.
Preoccupation has stolen her appreciation
…for the love of another.
And inso doing…she walks bereft of her love.

The other side of the coin…

I have this friend..an old friend.
Upon our first relationship,
it seemed as if we were living in Eden.
and then she partook of the Apple.
I died a thousand times as a result.
We parted ways.

upon our second relationship.
I found her to be everything I ever wanted
…and everything I didn’t simultaneously.
She wanted me to partake of the Apple
…and I died yet again.
All I needed was her acceptance, not her indulgence.