THE WOUNDING AND THE CURE

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JOURNAL # 41
frisked of my senses
bedazzlement bleeds

so many arguments assuaged
temperaments ease
the utter emptiness
fills in the blanks
space is a painful buffer
so many questions
swirl about the more than
twice as many dodged answers
you walked from the beautiful grounds
of certainty's corner
down to the block of.
I just don't know Melissa
an open ended future exposed
showing nothing nailed down
is like a gaping wound
we momentarily close
only to have it open again
as butterfly band aids are not
the answer to heal such an
obvious injury
my love for you is blood
that keeps spilling
from the edges of that emotional tear
nobody can stitch me up to even
a modicum of normal again
nobody that is
but you
as you alone are
'The Wounding And The Cure'..........
(Dec. 26, 2013 813am)

Author's Notes/Comments: 

written for he whom my heart beats for..............

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