As the wise man said,
Losing love can fuck you up bad--
And if you lose it suddenly,
All that lovely froth in the blood
Will give you the bends
If your good thing ends
Too fast.
You've got to come up slowly, Sugar Pea.
Get your bearings
A little at a time.
I know that losing her kiss
Can leave you junkie sick
And for a while,
You will not sleep.
You will not eat.
You will not recognise yourself or that posturing foreigner at your door--
The world without her in it.
But as you're able,
Fix a meal.
Go to the zoo.
Read a good book.
These will not give you that sense of having left the ordinary world behind,
And they will not provide the sweet smack-rush that hearing her voice always did,
But believe me, Honey Bee,
Right now,
Calm can be your cure.
Peace can be your protector,
So, just for now, give yourself up to their offered arms
And let them love you.
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12 spoke through the ouija:
The posturing foreigner . . . simply lovely word play in this one, Shay.
Awwwww!
funny how falling in love and having your heart broken leads to the same thing... sleeplessness, inability to eat, to think, to do....
Love stinks...but who won't give it a go anyway.
I hope to God that Horatio Caine wasn't that wise man the wise man in question here....
I can just see it now.
(Takes off his wire rimmed shades and mutters...)
"It's a break-up Shay...Miami Style!!"
Straight to the heart, as usual.
True love never leaves you with ''sleeplessness, inability to eat, to think, to do....'' Au contraire, it fills you completely and stays with you .... like a good friendship.
awwww....what a hopeful, inspiring piece. "And let them love you" how tender.
Exceptional, as usual!
Oh so true!
Well said.
xo
And if you love him, you'll see him in crowds he's not even in!
The deeper the dive
the bigger the bends
but to not dive at all
squishes the squash.
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