This is Not a Love Story

May 27, 2008

Have you ever been in love?

The terror of eternity in a single touch,
Changing noble independence into twisted reliance,
Like a subtle kiss from a whispering vampire,
Bit through the heart and wounded beyond repair.

A promise of loving large, but hurting large,
Struggling for words like a drowner for air,
Chained together so that any short absence
Tears mercilessly and painfully at the strings.

The red-tinged stain of broken hearts, rejected,
Crushed underfoot like a small and fragile flower,
Eating into hearts, dissolving inhibitions,
And grinning with smiles of fearful longing.

More afraid of change than destruction,
Hearts held hostage by the cruelest of masters,
Taking off masks with a soft, cold hand,
Stealing away time like a thief in the night.

Burning lips, minds, hearts and thoughts,
Twisted, distracted, paranoid and afraid,
So simple a phrase, "Maybe we could just be friends,"
Brings the world crashing down on the knees of hope.

High Heels

When life gets tough,
There's only so much we can do to survive.

If you stumble, take off your high heels.
Take my hand and follow me into places where your mind says no.
Cast aside the image society has forced you to wear.
Turn off your cell phone, hang up your designer jacket.
Wipe the makeup from your face and see with clear eyes,
Unclouded by media and the masses, and look on life unblinking.
Listen to my voice, not as a person but as an idea,
And leave aside all the things that aren't you.
Shatter the image you present to the world,
Bare the soul within, and show me who you really are.
Tear away the pretty gift wrap and open your heart,
Because it's not what's on the outside that counts to me.
A touch between hands is fragile enough, and ends in time,
But a connection between hearts and minds is forever.
So take away what you're not and leave only what you are,
Mind, Body and Soul united in beauty unsurpassed.