The crustacean
I couldn't tell you why
my open heart, your scorned
although, in time
your sad truth, I learned.
Who shattered your dreams?
Who clipped your wings?
Who sheared your feelings?
Who played you heart's
every string 'till they
ruined its melody?
You, my friend, have been burned,
your heart, worn and torn.
Your frozen eyes
tell your story- void of lies.
Friend, when will you uncover
your wounds and expose
your tenderness, your weakness,
and your sadness...
Alas, until then
I am here, still your friend.
But, how long will it last,
with you testing my perseverance
with your cruel defenses
that crucify my guilelessness.
I fear we may yet learn from
one another.
I feel we may yet become
one another.
I fear neither of us, ever
surrenders.
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So Honest
I like this, it is honest and open, but not condescending. It is sad sometimes that people have been hurt to the extent that they have walls such as this, that they do things, say things sometimes hurtful, just to push others away. It seems you see through it, to the reasoning behind, it takes a lot, to care that deeply...to see the meaning behind their actions. You want to help even though it may hurt you both, some people are worth the effort, worth the pain "I fear neither of us, ever surrenders." Well written.
Jill
Took so long
It had taken a year, and we'd gone from close intimate friends, to detached distant acquaintances.
I couldn't understand, when i displayed my heart's truths so openly because i trusted them so.
But with every exposure, came another painful stroke-
I finally shut them out, and refused to open up ever again.
Still, it nagged at the back of my mind. It remained as an active thought in my mind as to why it had to be this way. Then it dawned on me, that all these actions were only defense mechanism that i only triggered when i created what i supposed was a "familiar" setting, i mean a setting that recalled negative and hurtful memories of this persons broken home. I understood that them scathing me, was only a byproduct of how theyve learned to cope with theyre family.
Still, Its like keeping your hand in the flame, and my hand is enflamed with pain already.
But i try...
Thank you for your profound understanding of this subject matter.
Much appreciated, to know someone hears the ulterior truth.