A poem about space in relationships:
Another day in paradise,
without you,
Is just another day,
for me.
But for you, maybe,
It’s room to breathe,
A place to think
A time to be.
What’s odd is that, in every minute,
in every possible way,
You’re always, completely you.
With or without me.
And I wonder then,
If, to matter to you,
Jailer or Alchemist
Is all I can ever be.
Indeed,
You can never lose.
For, of all things I could,
Those are things I could never be.
Yes, there’s more. ~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~ Do banished memories go to hell? I hope not, ‘cos I’ll only end up meeting them there again. Besides they deserve better, so much better than the darkness in my mind. ~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~ A friend who hurts you….is the one most likely to come back and apologize….is the…
Rambler raises an interesting question in the comments. I have been pondering this. You know its interesting at the brink of relationship, twenty somethings like me, really have this question. Men have always been known to not trust women, and women on the other hand trust men, but in this…
