posted January 12, 2005 01:30 PM
SPLENDID MISERYIf I had known then,
half of what I know now
I wouldn't have thought twice
about running far from here
and saving us from the inevitable heartache.
But now it is too late by any standards,
and there is no way to go back
and keep this from happening.
No way to save us from
what is hovering so near.
I hope you see the pain in my eyes
as I am forced to hurt you.
I wish I could take your pain in me
and send you from here.
I can understand your confusion
as I torture you, my most loved.
As you are, as you know.
The control over me has taken
everything I have
except my love for you.
Would you forgive me
when I am forced;
by your pain, to remove you
from this mortal realm?
Please, ti amo, know I would
give myself and the world
to save you.
To make you whole.
But that which holds me
will not allow me to
save you.
Remember when we met
the way I despised everything you were?
And yet, somehow, I have made
you the single most important
thing in my life.
You were terrified
of my coldness and cynicism.
But you tried anyway.
Pushed past any barrier
I had built in the life
I've lived.
We have found what some never find;
in each other.
My first real taste of what
true happiness could be
was in you.
Now, in a fit of despair,
I realize that it is the
cruelest hand of fate.
That which gave you to me
has now decided you will be taken away.
Whats worse...
is that fate has found a way to
make it happen by my hand
if not my mind.
As the last vestige of all you are
slowly fades, my heart feels relief
even though my captor's anger is evident.
You are at peace, away from the pain
I was forced to cause.
Your eyes still look at me
with love, so I know
you understand and forgive.
My captor has finished with me
and as my own life dimenishes,
I feel peace.
I know you will wait for me
where ever we are bound.
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I cried when I wrote this. I never meant for it to be like this but I have no control over the words that I find myself writing.
I hope you like it anyway. xx
Kt
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love is not love which alters when it alteration finds, or bends with the remover to remove.
William Shakespeare