My truth comes calling, on an international phone call
Sounding exactly like every other person who thinks
They have something important to say to me
Except this one always does
For sure, her words are truth, her truths truer.
She thinks I need to be better, work harder, be smarter at my job
I know, I know, I haven’t done it all yet
“Oh, didn’t they promise you that last month?”
I hate her for saying that
Hate her even more because it was 6 months back, not last month.
This was five days ago and I’m still frowning in my sleep
I know because when I wake up, my jaws hurt from clenching them
Every hour from midnight to seven, she reminds me,
“Wasn’t that promised to you 6 months ago?”
Every night she invades my dreams and every day she dogs me.
I won’t take her calls anymore, I decide, I’ll block her, delete her number even
Who needs this constant pressure?
And I plunge into being better, working harder and being smarter at my job
And hope and pray that it’ll help me forget
That she only ever remembers to call once a year.
“I like this”, she says, “I like us.”
“We are a comfortable close.”
And she smiles at the picture on her screen one last time before switching it off.
Yes, there’s more.
Do banished memories go to hell? I hope not, ‘cos I’ll only end up meeting them there again. Besides they deserve better, so much better than the darkness in my mind.
A friend who hurts you
….is the one most likely to come back and apologize
….is the one that deserves forgiveness the least.
If intimacy is what happens when love and hate collide,
Then seperation is when they lie together in the same bed…or grave.
I would hold onto any scrap of you that I can get,
Even if it is only a painful memory.
I would make sure the memory of me never fades in your mind
Even if it means having to leave only a memory of me behind with you.
Love means never having to say you’re sorry.
I take that to mean, the situation of being sorry never arises. After all, what else is love but taking the other person’s happiness as one’s personal responsibility? Even if that’s impossible, so is love.
Forgiveness is admitting the humaness of the other person
And divinity in oneself.For
I think I can live with being just human.
Forgiveness is for the world at large, a fair exchange for our own peace of mind. But anyone who is special enough to love, is special enough to never be forgiven.