Tears Of Love

Lately, I’ve become very emotional. I guess that’s what love can do to you. Today, I cried. Totally unlike me. You never see me crying. The last time I remember crying was at my grandmother’s funeral back in October and I can’t even begin to remember the time before that. I’ve just never been one to cry. But that’s clearly changed. I was thinking about the bf and my eyes just started wailing up – they’re doing it now in fact – in a mixture of missing him so much and being so unbelievable happy to have him in my life. This has been happening off and on all day. Last night when we were both lying in bed, I felt a tear run out of the side of my eye. I’m not sure if this was a genuine tear or just my eyes watering from having just taken my contacts out… I don’t know… I was staring into the eyes of the man I love and wasn’t paying attention to anything else. Let’s just call it a real tear – sounds better that way doesn’t it? Besides, since when do my eyes water enough to actually form a tear after taking my contacts out? Yeah, never.

With all that said, I found this poem and thought it was great – simple and elegant… and fitting. Hope you enjoy!

You

You kissed my lips and I felt a flutter in my heart,
You touched my hand and lit a spark in my body,
You stared into my eyes and saw straight into my soul,
You put your arms around me and I was finally complete.

- Laura Aguiar

A Poem

Ok, this is not like me at all. I love to write things but never have I actually enjoyed or felt like writing a poem. It was always forced on me in grade school and I always hated it! But last night it struck, so here’s the poem I wrote. Maybe this is a new breakthrough in my life! I’ll be a poet… or not. Probably not!

I’m not sure where it came from. My fingers just started typing and this is what they pecked out. So before I start rambling on about something else, here it is. Hope you enjoy it and can make some sense of it!

If Only I Had Known

It starts young,
yes that delicate age.
I didn’t know,
I couldn’t comprehend.

It comes standard within us,
we’re born with it.
It shows its face
and never fully disappears.

It’s an ugly face too,
a face no one dreams.
It sneaks up on me,
I never hear it coming.

Attacking me
but I don’t feel a thing.
Not right away at least
can I sense it.

It tears me apart.
It tears at you too.
It’s only when I look down
do I see the wounds.

They burn
and they sting.
Nothing takes it’s away,
the cuts are too deep.

It seemed so natural.
It came without thought.
Harmless, I said
but now not so much.

So here we are,
broken and dislodged.
Look what it did,
I should have known.

But there’s no turning back,
the damage is done.
Natural it may have seemed,
I did this to myself.

Yes, those cuts,
I made them.
The bruises,
I put them there.

No bandage will
stop the bleeding,
no cloth will
cover the bruises.

I can’t fix it,
no, not by myself.
But I did this to you too,
I made you bleed as well.

So will you forgive me?
Yes that’s what you can do.
And I’ll promise,
I promise never again.

Forgiveness and time.
Yes, that should work.
And a “I promise never”
but only if it’s true.

Ah that’s the cure!
For the cuts to heal,
the bruises to fade.
It just takes time.

But the skin’s still tender,
the scars will always be there.
Because it never goes away,
just leaves for awhile.

But when it comes back,
oh I’ll be ready.
No more playing with fire,
I don’t do that any longer.

I’ve seen it now.
Yes, I looked it in the eyes.
But no more,
I won’t fall for it again.

But this wouldn’t have taken place.
No, it never would have happened.
The pain I put you through,
the pain I felt too

If only I had known before.
Yes, if I had only known
how much it would hurt,
and the scars it would leave.