Typewriter Series #842 by Tyler Knott Gregson
Ted Michael, Crash Test Love (via fables-of-the-reconstruction)
Into yourself is where it has to go.
She knelt, poised and quiet,
Framed in the dying light of day,
The crash of the waves her heartbeat
The gentle breeze her breath,
And behind her smiling eyes
Were the unfathomable depths of the ocean.
Her capacity for love was limitless,
But torn and broken she has been.
Cast aside and discarded,
She struggled to put herself back together.
Time and time and time again
She gave and she gave,
And they took and they took,
Never realizing the pain they inflicted.
And still she gave.
And still she loved.
Each time picking up her fragile pieces,
Each time harder than the last.
Until the day he saw her,
Framed against the setting sun,
Hair tousled, tears staining her beautiful cheeks.
He walked to her,
Kneeling beside her
As she gathered all the tiny fragments,
And began to help pick them up.
No words were spoken,
As none were needed.
The pieces collected, he took her hand,
Helping her to rise.
He reached up and delicately wiped tears from her eyes and told her
That no longer would she need to rebuild herself.
No longer would she have to cry.
Because he would not break her.
And he would not take from her.
He would help piece her together one last time,
And guard her forever.
No one would hurt her again.
She would be free to give her love,
And be the radiant spirit she was meant to be.
He would protect her fragile heart,
Keeping her safe from the world.
© A Gentleman’s Musings 2013
this hot woman
has a monster
hiding inside her shell
she bewitched me
with her wicked spell
pumping fresh blood
to my lifeless veins
walking all the way
erected with a loaded gun
thinking of her Greatness
with zillion dark ideas
flooding my senses
with my filthy Animalistic…
|—||Henry Miller to Anaïs Nin (via kushandwizdom)|