It Hurts

I have been afraid to write of love lately. It takes away too much out of me.

Love is the essence of living. And there are days, which these days are most days when I feel it hurts too much to speak of love with careless abandon. I did so once. Perhaps even dared to do it twice. Once all was said done, I was left with a mere shell of my words. 

If I dab my pen too much into love’s ink, it hurts. It hurts when I speak of what I had. It hurts when I speak of what I don’t have. It hurts to look at my empty hands and I realize even my wishes have slipped through my fingers. 
© Romancing Life | 2017

The Moon

  

Man of Glass

he – a shattered man
made of glass
barely holding together
his physical form
the pain
unbearable
a million shards
transpiercing
through his bones
a gentle hand
caresses the place
where his heart beats
still
the softest of touch
overwhelmingly kind
“please don’t touch me,”
he forewarns
“please don’t…”
“shhh,” her hand is now
at his lips
a lone droplet of
crimson liquid escapes
from the tip
of her delicate
finger
“don’t speak,”
she whispers her lips
moving next to his ear
placing a featherlight kiss
a little nip
another droplet of blood
escapes her lips
“stop,” he’s begging now
if he could
he would drop down to his knees
she backs away
finally answering his plea
“what do you think I am here for?”

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To be continued…..

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Move On

‘Move On’

You’d think it’d be common sense but to most it seems like a matter of “rocket science”. Please, please allow yourself to be happy. Don’t let yourself get comfortable in the company of misery. It can be very much like a clingy Ex that’s hard to shake off.

Oops… the clingy one might be you. See what I mean? Let go of what does no longer serves you. Ruffle your feathers and dust of your shoes. It’s time to move on and get in the groove!

I know, I know I sound like Dr. Phil, but every once in a while you ought to share your wisdom, even if it is the simplest of thought.

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Love Always,

Rose

 

It’s Not Over

Even when it’s over
It’s not
It’s a strain of virus
No antibiotic can kill
Once in your system –
It stays

Sometimes erratic
Lying dormant at others
Only to come alive
When fiery chasms
Filled with passion
Are ignited

The sweet torment
Never ends

Love Always,
R.

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Love Always,

R. 

Spiced

  

 

He spiced her lips
With the flavour of him
She’ll never taste
Ordinary again

~ Romancing Life

Burning Star

May be it’s a blessing
May be it’s a curse
To have never felt love’s warm embrace
To have never looked someone in the eye
And see what it means to be
Someone’s whole world
Their end and their beginning

May be I am just destined to be
The lone star in this vast universe
Fated to burn out until all that’s left me
Is the brilliance and light of a supernova
Perhaps someone will love me then, without sway
And see the beauty that was always within
In the fleeting moments before I fade away

The other perspective

Love Always,
R.