I met you again. You must be my curse, wearing so many different faces, to haunt the castle of my soul, a phantom, making your home in the secret rooms of my heart…doomed I am, always to forget old feuds and grudges, to wear my heart on my sleeve and take the plunge. Again and again. Everytime. Because with every incarnation, it is different, it is more, this love changes, deepens strengthens, otherworldly bonds that grasp my hands and pull me beneath the waves of hapless sanity to the stygian depths of painful perfection.
I am tired of these letters…this careful scripting of the fragmentation of my soul, I hoped this time it would be different, that I wouldn’t have to write you anymore…even when the questions came, when out of the corner of my eye I would see you John, I would see you in a man I loved once again…even when the fear came, I hoped, I denied…sinner that I am…once I prayed, got on my knees and spoke the words “please…not again…please” but it was and even happiness couldn’t hide the shadows that surrounded us, icy licks on my spine that left me cold in the warmth of your arms.
I don’t know if you care, I don’t know if I matter to you, but this time it was worse, or it was better…I don’t even know…whatever it was it was more of the old yet all anew… I danced completely naked in bright moonlight with a fully clothed stranger I’d given my heart…till my heels and toes bled on the stony field and the thorny grass. pricked my calves, warm sweat running down my skin while my hair tangled in the damp summer air…I didn’t want to stop…because it was only then I’d have to see your eyes in repose and claim knowledge of your answers to the burning questions that always showed me beauty in ashes.
“Will you still love me when I’m no longer young and beautiful? Will you still love me when I got nothing but my aching soul? Will you still, love me?”
Its been months, since you left me standing alone with naught but my broken dreams for company, months since I found a taste for wine and a distaste for seeing the bottom of the bottle…months of waiting for relief, for the least respite from pain, a ray of sunlight on the rubbles of my heart after your merciless reign, but there’s nothing, but me, still open, still raw, my emotions sensitized to painfulness…everything is about me, life has become a satire with one purpose, to make a caricature of my foolishness playing a never ending loop, and I’m afraid John, I’m afraid this time the hurting won’t heal.
You have affected me, and I’ve forgotten what it is to not be affected, don’t know how to be happy without you there to make me sad, I can’t cry…God knows I’ve tried but I can’t because it seems too much like mourning and if I mourn this it means I admit its over…that I made a mistake, you’ve taken it all from me John, my love, my dreams, my vulnerabilities, my sanity, my securities… I refuse to surrender my mask its all I have….this face I wear to tell the world I still have it together. My pretense is all I have after you…do you see how you’ve destroyed me John?
I hope it warms your frigid heart, if you have a heart, I hope it warms you,I hope the spirit of my pain kindles a fire that burns with ferocity and disregard for the acceptable…a blazing fire, red hot…filling your senses with the scent of sulphur…and just when it seems like you would choke on your own fear and efforts to breath, I hope it stops. I hope you are happy. That you find someone to love you almost as much as I do at least…maybe you don’t deserve it but I love you to much to hurt you…even in my thoughts; this love was always my cross to bear, I know that now, I hope when you find what it is that you’re looking for…when you find my tragic flaw…that your treasure doesn’t elude you.
Affectedly Yours,
Hope.