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in part and parcel

he would like me to come to him

with large swaths of my most personal history

completely obliterated

swaddles of my particular cloth closeted

and tagged

left in the past as it were to forever hang

but how do I live without the layers of who I've

become

the circumstances and foundation that created

this Melissa of the present day

such incredible loss I am expected to sustain

I'm not so sure such an annexation of self I can

withstand

nothing but confusion now talks back to my aching

heart

it hurts to think over such dilemma he will let me go

but by his harshly forced rule

he has shown me the door

I'm really not the woman for him

at least it would not seem so in my entirety

he only wants certain parts of me

the ones he finds non threatening and acceptable

fraught with tension now as we are

amid such mounting fears of compartmentalized rejection

my eyes grow wet and red

as all the inner warmth in me

sadly begins to shiver

I'm found just as I am

wanting yet again

never to live up to someone's standard

forever it would seem to be

'The Story Of My Life Yet Again'

where do I go from here............

(March 23, 2014 7am)