I have seen a man lifted by love. Countless men surrounded, fed, embraced by love. But most recently I have met a man condemned by love. Alienated, starved, forgotten by love. The pain from love is visible in the eyes, heart, and soul of this man. he who lives for love, who would die for love. Curiosity forces me to look deep into him. Big hazle eyes tell of a woman whose love was taken away as quickly as was given. A selfish woman whose compassion drowned in these eyes. Taking advantage of the faith and forgiveness he possesses. Tears roll down his cheeks and begin to drip from his chin. As sympathy overwhelms me I invite myself in for a better look. A bleeding heart welcomes me to the truth behind this love. What once was bliss has transformed. The love that filled now forces him to starve. An endless hunger that consumes, leaving nothing for this man. This woman has stripped him of all that he loved including himself. He has laughed at his sorrow and found comfort in his misery. My heart breaks for him as he opens up to let me in. One foot after the other I step into his soul. My thoughts echo as I begin to connect with his sorrows. Stop, catches his attention as I start to reason with him. Do not give yourself to this woman. Confusion fills him as he wakes to catch my gaze. If your love/your life mean so little to you that you can just give it away, why should it mean any more to her? I hear these words and reality sets in. I have met this man in love. Alienated, starved, forgotten by love. I have seen into his eyes, felt his heartache, and visited his soul. This muse whose sorrow connects so genuinely with mine... is ME! I have given my life to a woman who has never asked nor has he ever cared for it. I have believed and made true all lies. I have accepted inferiority, for how can she value me more than I value myself?
Posted on: Wed, 30 Oct 2013 10:12:42 +0000
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