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Pilot of my heart steer me home
Back to the city a life that I call my own
Fly me away from the baggage I left behind.
Take my being to something beyond and above.
Pilot my soul is a bird
That needs to be lead away from the ordinary,
The average, and substandard.
Guide my faithful love away from pain
Depart and separate it from those who are insane.
Insanity that begins with not following you in flying
Or believing in your resurrection and dying.
Pilot your course haphazard,
But I know you Piloting is something you have mastered.
Going through rain,
Something that has daggered my heart with immense pain,
Going through what seemed a sunny day,
Which actually left me more broken than I was yesterday.
Up in the clouds and air
I trust that you are piloting with care
As the seatbelt sign flickers away
My pilot lets me know we have landed
and are here to stay.
But I really knew we had arrived
As my true love opens his arms
To hold me tight, and whispers to me
“I never intend on saying goodbye.”
By leaving my baggage
My heavy, miserable, misguided baggage behind,
The Pilot knew I was ready,
Ready to begin a new flight
A love story that was finally right.
The nervousness and anticipation was something that I had come to expect leading up to this moment, but the regret and paralysis streaming throughout my body, like the venom of a poisonous snake was a sensation only those who make colossal mistakes feel.
As I listen to our speaker she says, “ now that we are done here, it is time for our real life journey to begin”. Twirling my tassel on my cap, I shift my eyes back and forth on the speaker and then on my mom with the video camera crying, simply to create the delusion that I am paying attention, I ponder those words again, “real life journey”. I can’t help but think that my real life journey has passed me and that I will never be able to extract it again.
Sitting in a stuffy auditorium filled with family members and intellectuals, I immerse myself in nostalgia, floating backwards to the years preceding this moment.
I remember sitting there, in my family room, you called me, and said you had something important to tell me. Just as I finished the insurmountable amount of reading and studying that needed to be done for midterms, your name shows up on my phone, and without picking up I answer the door because I knew you were there.
Normally, I would have greeted you by hugging you warmly and asked how your day was but, I knew tonight was not going to be a normal night. When I opened the door, and your arms attempted to wrap themselves in an embracing hello, I openly rejected your offer. Walking into the kitchen, you in front, where the stench of a rotting relationship followed you, we made our way into the family room.
I sat down on the sofa first. The sofa I sat on was adjacent to the window where as the sofa you sat on that night was parallel to the wall, it didn’t matter, because in the end we were facing each other.Silence over took the room, as if we were attempting to listen for a tree falling in the woods miles away. Your eyes were shifted downward as you shuffled your feet anxiously, and I simply stared at you with antipathy and melancholy while uncontrollable shaking occurred throughout my right arm.
I waited for one…two…three… four then five minutes before you finally shifted your eyes upward toward my face only to see the affliction and torment you caused cascading down my cheeks. Quickly turning my head to rest my chin on my shoulder you said with a weary voice, “I can’t do this anymore”.I turn towards you only to breakdown in tears and in disbelief I shut my eyes tightly and cover my ears while my elbows are touching and repeating in my head “why is this happening”?
“I don’t know, I just don’t know” you said trying to hold your tears of remorse back.I remember at this point I stopped shaking, I stopped crying and opened my computer and sent a letter of confirmation in accepting my admittance to the university of my dreams; dreams I put on deference for you.
In the end, you didn’t know about us and I wasn’t going to stick around waiting for you to love me.
Now, I am here at my university’s graduation wading in a group of 300 undergraduates awaiting their diplomas of higher achievement.Wading in my black robe I hear my name being called and as I walk down that aisle to “begin my life journey” I take my bachelors degree and tears begin rolling down my face like razor blades cutting deep into every strand of emotion attached to you at this moment.As I walk down the stairs of the podium, the only thing I am thinking about is what if.What if I didn’t send the acceptance email and we worked things out? What if I didn’t go to this university and stayed closer to you? What if I did something differently back then and we would still be together. Was this moment worth leaving love? With all these questions inside my mind, I begin to cry harder walking down the aisle back to my seat but as I was walking I see a familiar face in the crowd of hundreds of parents.
It’s you.
At that moment that our eyes met I could vaguely see tears running down your face and I knew that I didn’t leave love. I knew that you still loved me and the anticipation of being able to jump into your arms again after the ceremony was over, would be the greatest joy I could ever feel. I realized then that love left me, I didn’t leave love, but it came back to be with me in my real life journey.
#graduation, #college, #love, #loves, #story, #breakup, #heart, #ache, #boy, #hate, #girl, #choices, #real, #life, #journey
Over seas and over oceans
We’re all under your command.
Following the map to our futures,
Following the captain who gave us life
Deceptive matriarch
A home gone under,
Lying mothers always causes the home ship to plunder.
Dropping an anchor in the midst of a violent wind
Is not going to help me see your love for us again.
Abusive to the sailors that called you captain
Sure mutiny was bound to happen.
Tied up, on the deck
Admittance to your actions gone astray,
Your sailors allow you to revamp your untrustworthy ways
“Land ahead!” shouted the middle child sailor.
Closer, and closer the X marked the spot
For our family effort treasure.
Three Paces to the right
Close to the golden metal is when you started
Our rivalry fight
Sailors versus Captain
Children versus Mother
The expedition of a better family had failed
With this last bonding moment.
Mother my mother, because you lied
You made us your opponent
Love was lost
Washed away by the seas
Relationships were broken
Through our previous mutiny
Captain it’s your turn again to walk the plank
Its time the Matriarchal liar reached the bottom
Of the seven seas and sank
Splash, crash, and wail.
Your ideas of our perfect family failed.
Currents pulling you further under
The waves, your impending death,
Your sailors throw you a life preserve
And brace themselves for a life of tyrannical
Abuse that they never deserved.
#mothers, #mom, #sailor, #captain, #family, #sad, #hate, #love
emotions churning crazily this feeling inside me confused as i can be
your hands on my body reaching pure ecstasy, holding back for responsibility
being killed by curiosity consequences for our activities but the pleasure so satisfactory,
time to venture into history or to ruin future possibilities and the two are such inequalities
but the temptation is so plain to see im feeling trapped but feeling free
dont know what will happen to me
how can a miracle be a catastrophe and passion and pleasure tempt but terrify me so suddenly?
#sex, #love, #idk, #maybe, #decisions
I was sitting in his car, in the passenger seat, it was almost 2 am and this whole scene seemed so familiar.
This is where it all began, in a passenger seat, where I confessed my feelings for him. I told him that I'd always be the one who would love him the most.
Now I am here again, in a familiar seat, with a seat belt strapped across my chest to restrain my heart from breaking again.
I turn my face with each of his attempts to look into my eyes so he doesn't see the tears of my goodbye slowly rolling down my cheek. Looking down at the clock, it has went from 2 am to 3 and we still have not said anything.
He said it's getting late, I agree "I should go in and pack my suitcase anyways". With that, I step out of the car similarly to the way I stepped out of your car over a year ago and had no idea that it would be the death of us, and the death of true love.
As we both stepped out of the car and took our slow stride to the front of my house, only one thing clouded our minds with every foot stepped on the cement sidewalk; how would we end this time?
Reversing from what seemed like years ago in reality only a few short months, where I was shattered into unwanted pieces on the ground two thousdand miles away through a phone line.
He looked down at me, the way he used to before we would kiss each other goodnight and dream about our futures together.
Breathing in, he opened his arms wide to me, and I leaped into them as if it was the last time I would see him. With tears flooding down my face, he held me tighter against his chest that I could hear his heart racing as he stroked my hair calmly. At this time we were connected and as he was holding me in his arms, a kiss fell upon the top of my head. It said to me, "I love you sweetheart, I always have". With that as tightly as we held each other that night, we separated because we knew this moment had to end, just like how we ended the phase of us.
Walking to my door, I turned my head hoping for one last reminder of what true love really is; I hoped in that second I was turing my head that he would have turned his and be looking back at me. I hoped that we would be staring at each other, deeply and burying ourselves into the passionate endearment that ran through our veins only a few months ago.
I gave myself false hope, as I looked back, he was already driving away from me, keeping his distance, just like before.
I miss him sometimes, but it will never work.
#revenge, #love, #heart, #ache, #heartache, #alone, #scared, #kissing, #hug, #memories
#love, #heart, #ache, #heartache, #sex, #missing, #boyfriends