LOVE PRESENTED

I am unshielded, unclothed in your eyes, unprotected.
I feel the mockery in your words as they come at me with the fluidity of the wind, and i cannot hide for they seep in through my pores and freeze my lungs.
I sense no loving hesitation in your hisses and in the growls of your voice as your words dig deeper and pierce what is left of my veins, shattering the walls around my heart and leaving me to bleed a sea.
I see no laughter in your eyes as your lips spread into a wrinkle-less smile, no humor in the joke you are telling, and i feel helpless in my quest to drain you out of my system in the hope that the bleeding will stop.

I am homeless.
I proclaim my hunger for your affection to the silent walls but all they ever do is imitate your unloving non-replies.
I whisper my need to cleanse myself traces of the memories of you in my recollections to the colorless stars but they just imitate your smileless stare and gaze pitifully at this poor sould trying too hard to be uninvisible.
I let myself bleed, hoping that with each drop your essence will be expelled from me, with each faint exhale i hope I blow the sound of your name towards a place unkown, with each painful inhale I pray I will forget your scent.
I pray I will forget you.

I am unguarded, oblivious to your insults, yet kind to your pain.
I hope you will not need my hand to catch your tears when your sunshine turns to rain, so I turn my back to you just as you flash a genuine smile. I don’t want to play with you anymore.
And I pack my toys and begin my lone walk to a place where you do not exist.

Strange, the thing you do.
When I am far enough for only my scent to remain in your space, when I am so far that the wind has erased my footprints in the dust and the pebbles I had stepped on have been washed away by the flood of my tears, just when I have forgetten your face and your voice has become a white noise in the background; you call out for me.

You search for my voice in the silence of the night.
I hear your footsteps creeping into my dreams and when I open my eyes, yours is the face I wake up to.
I am naivé.
I am hopeful.

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