Broken Doll

10 Nov 2007, Sat

will work for love

Kat :: 11:11 pm

I’m willing to do the work. More than willing.

But it always falls at the whim of the things completely beyond my control.

They whisper about promises not kept and promise unfulfilled. They mock my choices, dangling before me lives and possibilities that could have been. The demons chatter incessantly, their voices growing. They are many. They are Legion…

“And you will be alone until the day you die,” it hisses malevolently…

I’ve been alone for a while now and I’ve just begun to realize how loneliness can maim the spirit. Over the past couple of months I’ve noticed its corrosive effects…

I want someone to pluck me off the side of the road and love me with total abandon. I’m not talking about God here, not something ephemeral, but a woman, a flesh and blood woman. A woman who’ll cast out my self doubt and drive it into the lake to be drowned. A woman who thinks I’m worth everything.

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