"If he wanted you love, don't you think he would have you?"
...For other than sex I would amend. For something other than passion filled moments kneaded with sweat and dripping with desire, snuck in when possible.
I don't want to fight my way into someone's heart. I am no gladiator to the obstacles he's put in our way.
David got drunk last night, sharing his heart poured on the rocks. It removed some of the shrapnel he put in me, it's easier to breathe. However, I still have some tiny pieces that make it unbearable to dance.
When will I ever be good at love? Or walking away from those that hurt me? Is anyone good at it?
Oh Sara... when will I be good at love... there is a question that resonates with me... I want to believe I will get there one day...
ReplyDeleteYou could be writing about me and my David too... thoughts of him still break my heart over and over... I try not think of him... he was the beautiful smile with the lovely words... then he was the passion... then we were nothing... See why I try not to think...
It's time for both of us find the way to be good at love, we deserve better than our David's...