Thoughts of a female "Your Pleasure" February 21, 2012 @ 04:41:45 am
On the darkest of days, you're the one there to wrap your arms around me and say everything will be okay... the things that I close my eyes tightly and try to forget. You tell me everything will be ok but as I lay here on my floor shouting at you to help me please, I can't move. Please help me, shutting my eyes trying to wake up and only to realize its not a dream. I can feel my body on fire from all the glass in my flesh. Its like a horrific nightmare. You are my heart and soul. I've loved you with every last beat in my heart. My eyes closing. The hit to my head suddenly turning my world black. A kick to my stomach when you realize that in the efforts of hurting me, you've cut open you're wrist. I could hear you shouting at me to get my fat a** up, the vulgar names you call me take their toll on my self esteem. Soon begin to look in the mirror and I don't even know who I am
We're going to die eventually anyway and if life had a whole lot of redeeming value we'd be s*** terrified to let go of it.
Our bodies have a half life. One of the most sickening hurts is to be so passionately and deeply involved with someone who feels the exact same way as you and then they pass away before you do.
After twenty, as life goes on it seems to hurt more and more. I think it's intentionally as such so when it does come time for us to go, we exit eagerly and thankfully.
My party ended in my early twenties, ever since then it's been all about me learning how not to want any of it.
This entry is not mine. I found a journal in the trash the other day. I have no idea who's it is, so I posted the entries for people to comment on as to the meaning of it. I'm not a woman so... I was hoping for some commentary by women to explain what this woman is thinking and feeling. Women are mysterious to me.. even though I am married!
This entry is not mine. I found a journal in the trash the other day. I have no idea who's it is, so I posted the entries for people to comment on as to the meaning of it. I'm not a woman so... I was hoping for some commentary by women to explain what this woman is thinking and feeling. Women are mysterious to me.. even though I am married!
I assume a lot of females start off in life wanting the same thing that I wanted - A deep, meaningful, loving and passionate relationship with someone.
But those strong emotions that we feel like resentment, hurt, envy, jealousy, etc. - Females feel four times as much. It usually doesn't take much for them to topple quickly during their first couple of encounters and that's why most of them are no longer interested when guys come sniffing around later.
They've pretty much let go. That's why more women are into spirituality because they're smart enough to realize early on "This s*** isn't going to work and I can't hurt like this for the next sixty years I have to live." so early on they quickly pack bags and run away.
I can only relate to the poem as I'm one of the few men who was stupid enough to be dead set on a deep, passionate, loving, never-ending relationship.
I think most men are practical minded to the point of mastering how to "Hang on loosely but not let go." so they don't get hurt as deeply or as easily.
@Tar Said On the darkest of days, you're the one there to wrap your arms around me and say everything will be okay... the things that I close my eyes tightly and try to forget. You tell me everything will be ok but as I lay here on my floor shouting at you to help me please, I can't move. Please help me, shutting my eyes trying to wake up and only to realize its not a dream. I can feel my body on fire from all the glass in my flesh. Its like a horrific nightmare. You are my heart and soul. I've loved you with every last beat in my heart. My eyes closing. The hit to my head suddenly turning my world black. A kick to my stomach when you realize that in the efforts of hurting me, you've cut open you're wrist. I could hear you shouting at me to get my fat a** up, the vulgar names you call me take their toll on my self esteem. Soon begin to look in the mirror and I don't even know who I am
Well Tar, this could never be my journal. I have loved but I could never let it rule me. Some of the men I have loved did not feel the same and I did hurt but for the life of me I cannot understand how anyone could feel as this woman feels.
Literally she is saying that he rescued her from trauma, lost his patience with her, beat her up but cut his wrist with the glass, he is bleeding to death, she could help him but she wont now.
Literally she is saying that he rescued her from trauma, lost his patience with her, beat her up but cut his wrist with the glass, he is bleeding to death, she could help him but she wont now.
I don't know. To me it reads more like she's the one that has the slit wrist and bleeding.
I read it like its the guy talking about himself. How comfortable she made him feel at one time? Then maybe for some reason, life changes for them and he developes a drinking problem. She cant take it anymore and begins acting abusively as a last resort? Kicking him and telling him to get his a** up off the floor. (like maybe its been going on a really long time and she is at the end of her rope? ) She cuts herself accidently in her wild attempts to get him up?
Oh yeah and all the glass in his flesh. Maybe from his drunken fall, is how he got on the floor in the first placd? And broke a glass table on the way down and thats how he got all the broken glass in his flesh.
Thoughts of a female "Your Pleasure"
February 21, 2012 @ 05:01:45 am
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