As i walk across the stage of time, the curtain of what was; falls, and the dimmly lit corridor of past, present, and future memories awaits....
With my heart placed in a heart shaped box, in the form of chocolate, and my soul in the form of a flowered bouquet....
I enter the realm of destiny with prearranged words to say.
Up the staircase slowly with purpose, each step a point in my life time, every creak in the old wood frame a traumatic experience of mine....
But I leave that behind, that old life in the shadows, with my mistress'es misery, and pain, i think this is it yeah; this time its different, I think its time for me to change....
No one has been there as you have for me, you've seen my sturggles,and fought to set me free....
Extending your arms when I fell, pulling me up from the mud, and thuogh we never really said it, i believe it was love...
What else could it be, does it need to be more, I brought you in to my home gave you a key to the door, my entire outlook on life i now see brand new, as i anticipate that new life i'll share with you........
I'm on my floor standing before the door, I turn the knob, and go inside, nervous with excitement, but delighted with joy this will be a great surprise....
I hear laughter and glee, I hope its about me coming from the other room, its been 8 months we make a good pair i hope this isn't too soon....
Theirs more laughter, lots of giggling she must be on the phone with her friend hold on, theirs another voice a deeper voice wait a minute thats a man....
I move toward bedroom were the voices are coming from, and i see them naked embracing each other, what i wanted to say i couldn't say the words just wouldn't come....
My heart died that day as i backed away, and i've never shed a tear, I quietly said good bye and made my way down the stair's, I ended up a mile from where i lived sitting on a park bench, it was raining that day, i was soaked but didn't move an inch....
My heart had been ripped out and crushed , and could never be put back, so i opened the heart shaped box, how ironic the chocolate heart was cracked....
Drenched from head to toe, i considered paying my mother a visit, but then i thought why not walk out in to traffic take a bow and make my exit. - Jac!
From Jacmania online- Jac-oholics only(Dark Poetry collection)
Up the staircase slowly with purpose, each step a point in my life time, every creak in the old wood frame a traumatic experience of mine....
But I leave that behind, that old life in the shadows, with my mistress'es misery, and pain, i think this is it yeah; this time its different, I think its time for me to change....
No one has been there as you have for me, you've seen my sturggles,and fought to set me free....
Extending your arms when I fell, pulling me up from the mud, and thuogh we never really said it, i believe it was love...
What else could it be, does it need to be more, I brought you in to my home gave you a key to the door, my entire outlook on life i now see brand new, as i anticipate that new life i'll share with you........
I'm on my floor standing before the door, I turn the knob, and go inside, nervous with excitement, but delighted with joy this will be a great surprise....
I hear laughter and glee, I hope its about me coming from the other room, its been 8 months we make a good pair i hope this isn't too soon....
Theirs more laughter, lots of giggling she must be on the phone with her friend hold on, theirs another voice a deeper voice wait a minute thats a man....
I move toward bedroom were the voices are coming from, and i see them naked embracing each other, what i wanted to say i couldn't say the words just wouldn't come....
My heart died that day as i backed away, and i've never shed a tear, I quietly said good bye and made my way down the stair's, I ended up a mile from where i lived sitting on a park bench, it was raining that day, i was soaked but didn't move an inch....
My heart had been ripped out and crushed , and could never be put back, so i opened the heart shaped box, how ironic the chocolate heart was cracked....
Drenched from head to toe, i considered paying my mother a visit, but then i thought why not walk out in to traffic take a bow and make my exit. - Jac!
From Jacmania online- Jac-oholics only(Dark Poetry collection)
Quite a moving story. I hope that anyone who relates to this story is comforted by these words: You are loved. And someday you will find love. right now you may have looked for it and found you were in the wrong places, it hurts, it's hard to back track. But I swear to you, you will live through it. And when you do, you walk out even stronger than you went in. Take your time to push through, and understand this: you are not alone.
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