A woman who professes to be authentic
yet all she does is make her self look pathetic.
The heart connects with what it wants.
Mind comes in with that rational thought of ‘you can’t’.
Deserve to be kicked to the gutter.
She can’t even summon up the courage to talk about it.
It all comes out in a garbled a stutter!
“Believe in your self.”
“I know you are scared.”
She only ever wanted to see him fare and succeed in his own concept of desired wealth.
He says: “We can’t be in the same room as each other”
For he and her may just tear their clothes apart again and enjoy skin on skin contact -She loves to discover.
She walked out like a harlot.
Made her bed and
Oh, how she lay in it!
Thorns are necessary to feel the pain of her errant milkmaid, hay, rollicking moment as Charlotte.
She is not some good little girl who knows how to carve a lie out of it.
A piece of her heart is not with her.
She left it with another soul she is not allowed to bother.
What one wants the other has,
what the other wants the other has.
Be a happy family.
You are going to have to rip this ‘party girl’ crown off her to get some sense of loyalty.
She is the betrayer.
She sows what she reaps.
If that means loss.
Then I guess she needs to stick to her decisions and take the leap.
“Look into my eyes,”
“did you feel it?”
Or is that her reading into things too much and getting smogged in the thick of this illusory bet?
Illusions and fantasy are all played out fantastically in the mind.
Put it into practice and she gets to be the one has to deal with her foibles and his own “diplomatic” declines.
She is going to make it through it,
no matter what she does.
She is here for a purpose.
Let’s make sure it counts and is worth it.
The harlot – the whore.
The one who felt wanted for a whole hour more.
Do the right thing.
She tries but her heart fucking stings.