High and Dry

Why won’t He just leave me alone?

What’s His fascination with awakening my soul?

With caressing my mind?

With stroking my ego?

With trying to chip away at the bricks stacked so high around my heart?

How selfish.

Self centered.

And narcissistic of He.

I ignore His calls and His texts.

They reignite a fire in me I fight daily to distinguish.

An emotional burden I want so desperately to die.

They bring about hopes and future thoughts…

what ifs and we could be’s…

So He pushes harder,

easily falling into His natural habitat,

and I run dodging His flying bullets.

A bullet with my name on it.

An infectious and repetitive game of cat and mouse.

I stop running when I grow weary and He leans in for the pounce.

I submit.

And our cycle completes.

The calls and texts cease.

I’m left wondering how I keep falling for His lies, charm, wit and deceit.

Where is He now?

Who’s going to dry these tears at night?

Who’s going to hold me tight?

Who’s going to hold my hand everyday as I fight?

How convenient of He.

Easy, breezy and free.

No ties.

So He can leave guilt free.

Devoid of emotion. She stripped Him bare.

Left Him broken for others to mend.

Two broken souls dancing in the rain,

both praying it’ll ease their pain.