She offers up her flesh into which his teeth sink
and she feel the blood course through her body.
With each bite she feels more alive than she did before,
his essence seeping into her bones.

The heat of the pain seeks out those dark recesses of her mind where the misery lies in wait.
Lies waiting to be wrapped around the adrenaline created by this experience,
leaving her as the numbness sweeps over her body
Taking with it the malaise that eternally afflicts her.

He holds back so he doesn't hurt his love,
not realizing that the shock of it releases her from the wretchedness of a long tortured soul.
She will feel the marks longer than they actually last,
reaching out her delicate hand to touch the soft wounds
. . . And she will know that she's alive, finally alive.

he asked her if she was happy
a simple question
with a simple answer

but nothing is simple with her, is it?
nothing at all.

she is a happy person
anyone can tell that
but he knows her better
thus the question

loaded, like a gun
straight to her heart
causing her to examine
causing her to explain
causing her to refrain...
for a bit

what does happy really mean?
she laughs and it's genuine
she smiles and it's real
she loves and it's all-consuming
she feels passion and it burns

but she also cries and her tears are like acid
dripping down her cheeks into her soul
she rages like a bull in her own mind
tearing up so many things she's built
there are parts of her that will never be whole again

if you have pieces missing, how can you really be found
he sees so many parts of her, yet there are still areas unknown
areas he, nor anyone? will ever reach into
probably wouldn't want to

yet, she smiles and she's glad for it
her happiness is genuine, yet so is her eternal grief
it's a constant striking of a balance
and no, right at this moment in time,
she is not happy, yet she is a happy person

she is not fulfilled within her soul
and she struggles with the pieces that are missing
and the question of will they always be so far away
so far out of reach
waiting for the one that can come to her and teach, not take
for a lifetime, not a mere moment

her happiness is forever fleeting
here today, gone tomorrow
her smile rarely wavers
her laughter even less so
he must know that behind that smiles he loves so
lurks a dark and sinister place
in the form of a happy face

no, she is not happy
but she is reaching for it
and will never stop

I love to write, and I really like pairing words together to carry meaning in the most artistic way possible. I like to think that I'm really good at it. Sometimes, though, I come across the words of another and I am shamed into silence. Sometimes, the most succinct words are the most powerful. Whoever wrote this reverant devotion below, must have understood loving not just with your heart, but with your entire soul. It inspired me to tears because it is what I aspire to. To love so fully, there is no greater vocation.

Your soul . . .

makes me smile

makes me warm

makes me strong

makes me elated

makes me feel

makes me love

makes me hate

makes me cry

makes me want

makes me need

makes me hungry

makes me yearn

makes me desire

makes me

A site, by me, for me... because my life is a symphony made up of these notes of mine . . .

More to come soon.

Until then, Love and Happiness for all of our days...