Out of Love

4/12/07

No matter how loud the lilting melody of your flute, you can not force me to follow you to the edge of reason nor accompany you as you leap over the cliff of insanity. I will not, can not, should not. What happened is the past. Live in the present, in the moment, in a time where "we" are now extinct. Don't dwell on what was, but what is, because what was is now no more. Get used to hearing that. we are no more. Embrace it, touch it, see it, hear it, feel it in your soul. And then, move on. Find another special someone, your soul mate. Rebuild the bridge of eternal love with her, this time tending it, watching it, making sure it doesn't collapse nor become consumed by your short lived passion. Every once in a while, make sure to lower your facade, let out the inner you, the true you. Don't gild your insecurities with a flashy air of confidence. That, yes that was my mistake. I should have stormed in to your life, unexpected, unannounced, like the warm thunderstorms of summer, while you soaked to the bone, searched furiously for your umbrella of protection. Then I would have been able to see what I really was falling in love with. A coward. Don't worry, I'm strong now, I'll take the blame; with you shirking responsibility, someone has to take it anyway. It was my fault. Not yours. After all, it takes two to fall in love. I should have realized right away, we were misfits, but instead I chose to entertain the idea of black and white, yin and yang. But I know better now. It should be yin and yun, black and gray. So blow your pipe like the Pied Piper of Hamlin, and I promise, I swear on the relationship we once had, I will not coming chasing behind you as you leap over the cliff of insanity. I already did that once, and you, as you stood on the brink, weren't there to catch me.