Please Don’t Go

As the rain comes down angry and hard against my window, I curl deeper into my cocoon of warm blankets and pillows while attempting to thread through the million thoughts gripping my insides at once. In between the rooftops scattered with pigeons shuffling for space among their dirty huddle, the sharp point of a church steeple pierces a dark low hanging cloud, as if probing it to unload its heaviness onto the sleepy streets below. Behind the weather, morning creeps, slowly turning the driving rain into a thinning drizzle, the crystal droplets intermingling with the wafting white smoke coming from multiple chimneys across the way. The sky is charcoal gray, back lit with an eerie yellow light which makes the atmosphere feel unpredictable, unfriendly. Full of voices struggling to be heard. They are as sinister as they are honest. In every swaying branch there twists a ghost come alive from my haunted past, still shallow breathing, still waiting to take my hand, to grip my throat. Last I saw you I had been impossible and knew it. Sometimes I can’t help the way I shut down like a vault, trapping all of my feelings inside. For someone so blindly obsessed with words, my tight lipped demeanor doesn’t make any sense to you. You are pissed, certain I’m withholding on purpose, locking you on the outside while I am conniving on the inside, but your anger only fuels my refusal and the air between us becomes a fuse. Love is a ticking time bomb, love is a train gone off its slippery rails. When it all feels helpless, useless, desperate, there are no guidelines, no rule books, no referees. And if there is one thing a human being is good at it’s being stubborn, I’m no different and neither are you. As I sit in clipped silence, my mind flashes back to that night in your apartment, as you poured our drinks I sat comfortably in a bra and leggings on the edge of your couch near the mirror, lining my eyes in onyx liquid ink. As I traced my blue eyes until they were black as midnight I sipped on gin and tonic while imagining us naked, our bodies entwined in positions I’d only heard about but had yet to explore. Back then everything was so loud. The drinking, the music, the anger, the passion, the sex that shook the walls and split us both in two over and over again. I wonder when you look at me can you see it in my eyes. That freedom is just as hard for me as captivity, and in some ways just as sweet. That all my life I’ve been hunted. That even on a cold wet morning which threatens a snowfall that will have us stuck inside for days, my heart still burns with the fire of a young girl who knew what she wanted as soon as she saw it and took it without asking a single soul for permission. I hold on and I hold back. I want to be consecrated and I want to be shattered into a million pieces, thrown out into a wild winter sky. Lost and found and missed and deserted. Words can heal, words can obliterate. Please be patient. Please don’t go. I am a chapel as much as I am a cave, and what I explore in the darkness is the only light I ever learned to trust.

12 Replies to “Please Don’t Go”

      1. How lovely of you to say, I have written 2 books, one is a poetry collection (‘Vein’) and the other is a collection of poetry and prose (‘Luminae’) – both are available on Amazon. I would love to pursue a collection of short stories, so your comment encourages me, thank you! πŸ™‚

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      2. I would love that! There are links on my “About” page if that makes it easier for you. πŸ™‚ I do hope you enjoy, I’d love to hear how they affect you. Sending you so much love and gratitude. ❀

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  1. It’s bordering impossible how these words hit too close to home yet again. As they mercilessly shower upon the bottle that holds in all the pent up emotions. Emotions rooted in anger, despair, sadness, and unimaginable loss. Cracks appear and as I desperately try to seal them I am washed over by a fierce shame. Thoughts of betrayal, violence, and hatred continue to corrupt my being. I feel ashamed that I still feel this way. So I run away from the memories of the most painful past times that are obviously still too raw to encounter. I run away to stop the hurt even though I know that such an action only intensifies the hurt that awaits in the future. These words expose a coward within me. Yet at the same time they also help me to face realities that are not only my own…

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