Learning to love again.

• Artist: omgwho0twho0t
• Description: Annabel Lee~Edgar Allan Poe
• Date: 07/09/2009
• Tags: learning love again saddness bruises

Darlings, i am afraid for our people in this day in age. They live in fear, and so much of it. So much that it strangles all the pretty necks to bruised yellows ands purples. Just like all the other bruises they receive. And our people have rights to be scared. They should be terrified. F'ck, i'm scared sh'itless. But that's another story all together.

Our people are afraid of love, but now you say, "When were they not?" Ah, there was a time, i'm sure, that people gave away their hearts with abbandon, no matter how many times beatings ensued and bruises were handed out and hearts were thrown back in faces. They loved with a love that was more than love, and now they love not at all. It is trully horrible indeed when i see in others what i am most frightened of. That the one i love will walk away. Or that i will do the walking and hurt her so bad she crumbles and breaks just like the rest.

Sometimes i wrap myself around her and bruise her those ugly yelllows and purples just so i know she's there. And that i trully am still feeling her skin next to mine. But i know she is, it's just my fragile heart and soul that think not. That worry. That hope day after day we will stay as one and not as the others are. Cracked and broken. Smashed like a toddler's toy.

Yes i have hope. A small amount at that, but one that i think will stay, like her i'm almost sure. So we love with a love that is more, and we hope, even though we're bruised and our hearts still bleed from the past, and even though ours scars sometimes scream up at us from wrists, arms, faces. Yes we love, now please my people I wish you to love. Yes you will be hurt. That much is absolutely there in black print. But there's other better things in the fine writing. You just have to squint a little.

So squint my darlings, ruin your eyes and stare blindly ahead until you can love again. Until you can let someone love you, and you can leave your bruises behind. The ones you learn to love will give you new ones.

But, i say yet again, you will learn to love them.

Comments

[Azrael Xavan]

nobody wants to read a line taken from a poem, for instance 'they loved with a love that was more than love' its from edgar allen poes 'my annabell lee' nobody wants to hear about bruising or beating. horribly horribly written.

[pheonixkami]

It sounds like you are trying to be something a whole lot bigger than you can actually accomplish. Modesty in writing is key. No one wants to read the F word a million times in a writing piece this short and terribly written.