I lied, he says, and it's plain and it's simple.
Only nothing will ever be plain again.
And the truth floats between you like a teasing, helium balloon that neither of you reaches up quick enough to grasp.
It's a betrayal you can taste, it's a ravage of all you hold dear.
It's an anger you don't quite feel.
It's what was there all along, but what you, in all your childish delight, squeezed your eyes shut in front of, in defiance, in fear.
In love?
11 comments:
hello, your blog is sweet and observant, and full of lovely words.
sarah Q
(i stumbled across you after stumbling across vila)
Thank you so much, Sarah Q. I'm going to pop over and visit your site now :)
I admire you for being so open and trusting.
We can only believe what others tell us. If they are lying, we need to have faith in it too since it is all they let us see. ...until the balloon pops of course.
Thanks, Walters.
Although if I suddenly turn into a paranoid, untrusting psychopath, at least we'll know it was with good bloody reason.
Yea, especially if you keep trusting the same person.
Apparently being a paranoid, untrusting psychopath doesn't work. Who knew?!
I shake my fist at that person. And I give you a hug :)
I don't know about that, betrayal that I can taste definitely IS anger I can feel... but that's just me ;)
Husk - yeah. I guess that's one of the fundamental differences between men and women. Or men and just me. I usually end up bawling my eyes out and going back to the proverbial trough asking 'are you sure you're a jerk? really? come on, really? I'll give you another chance. still? well that sucks.'
No, well I guess that depends where the betrayal comes from -- I do have a blindspot in certain situations... (a huge one).
When you don't blog for a while, I miss it. But I am comforted knowing that you must simply being doing a lot of living - hopefully in the light rather than dark. Viva la spring! Still, please do return to us some time soon...
Anonymous: Thank you so much.
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