Wrong Side of the Bed. When you wake up on the wrong side of the bed you wake up with a bad feeling in your head. And it’s quite unfortunate because you know he’s in there now and he won’t want to leave you for a while. In a dessert of intimacy irregularity feeling isolated driven by your own insecure insanity it’s not nice in here but it’ll have to do because there’s nothing you can do. Getting dressed shirt, jacket, wrapped in worries you haven’t been lovely for days he’s not expecting a lay in fact he doesn’t want one he’s not turned on. You lash out with a word a quick quip whip and then he cuts you back a stab slash of the word the sword. With out leaving the house you’re already wounded, a civil war in a land of general peace the homeland divided. You want to give in, but it cycles that bad side of the bed up in your head blinding peace with insecurity. -☯- With the impending day pregnant with frustrating moments and miscommunications leading to pitiful wastes of energy negativity hanging like the plague you come to the apprehension that it’s not a happy position wearing the crown for title of ice queen when you see your companion as the light in the dark a moment of perfection caught in human form. Not so enjoyable knowing that it was your own hands that constructed, built and lifted yourself onto that thrown of mean. Knowing that he doesn’t see this malicious for the trouble that you feel the weight of guilt. You try something un-loaded coming out hands up on the steering wheel trying to concentrate on the road of hard cement and hard feelings Leaving behind the ant hill of monotony winding mazes that compile into Westfeild. His return is not what you expected and you’re wounded by the lack of what you’d hoped for, sometimes wounded because it’s exactly what you’d expected. From surrender to sabotage afraid of little words for feelings that run stronger than grammatical constitution but so scared of being without him that apparently somehow having gotten off the wrong side of this bed I’ve also decided that pushing you away will bring you back in. And to be completely honest I kind of secretly write these riddles to assure myself that you will solve them and return. -☯- At home jackets thrown on the lounge, worry still hugging shoulders I manoeuvre the home like a land mine worried that the slightest choice of phrase will light the bomb that’ll set you off or me into un-niceness. So instead of leaving both fools lets leave with this tool of understanding I will continue on as long as your eyes confirm it with the knowledge that you do in fact love me and that there’s no need to push you away just to watch you come back because you never went any where other than by my side in the first place. -☯- And for the worst part this is all fought in my head living in wells of guilt over a one way conflict made nasty by the bad side of the bed for my light and gold is too good to know war let alone fight it when he see’s it. That it’s all up to me to make the decision to not go to sleep on the wrong side of the bed in the first place. - skhetch
Posted on: Fri, 26 Jul 2013 23:30:19 +0000
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