The Terror. . .

air’s thin on the edge.

Someone said that the pain of losing the one you desire, the shame of being rejected, the self-doubt that sets in when you’ve been denied, would teach those exposed to it how emotional pain can feel far worse than physical pain.

Lesbos today (with a little poetic license)
What you on about Jay?
What you on about Jay?

That same someone listed some ways to slowly overcome such pain one was to accept you’ve no control, another was to give up (false) hope. I agree that one has no control over outcomes (especially if you’ve been told that to prove your love to the one you love, you mustn’t contact the one you love) but, I do deeply disagree with giving up the idea that such a broken relationship is impossible to potentially mend. I just do not and can not accept this. My pencil and I will dig & etch, labour & strive for as long as it takes our former lover and former soulmate to see that the pain we caused them is (1) understood and deeply regretted and (2), can be absented from any future rekindling of our lexicon of love.

Let’s say “yes”
What's all this then?
What’s all this then?

Author: Anna Bidoonism

Poems, prose & literary analysis—this is who I am.