For Her
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Sitting across the table I am silently tortured. Unknowingly tortured.
No one can love her.
Everyone hates her.
Even I hate her,
apparently.
I day dream about balling her tightly in my arms and crying her every tear. Of holding her face; softly brushed hair on soggy pink cheeks. Of looking longingly into her eyes and that being enough. For her to believe I care.
She is alone.
And only wishes for the best.
She has a good heart.
I hear her words across that table – all the times she fell in love and was burned. How her faith in life and humanity was crushed. I picture a bird, wings nailed apart, struggling to free itself. I try to carry her every word, to somehow lift it off her.
I knew her when love was plentiful, when lust was in abundance. And I settled for her fleeting lust. I watched her fall, and land badly. And I watched my arms unable to catch. Fuck those arms. I thought they were stronger than that.
Her friends are not there for her any more. I am not there for her. And I haven’t been. It is true. I distanced myself some time ago, when every conversation ended in longing and was followed by grief. I left when watching her suffer shook my soul and burned my eyes. I left because I was too afraid to stay. I let myself believe she would be ok. That she would fly without me.
And across that table I learned I was wrong. That she had needed me. That I was the one who pinned her wings and threw ashes in her face. And as she cried in the arms of her friend. Me. I day dreamed about digging my nails into her arms and ripping out her hair and fucking her. Hard. Until the only reality was us and our pain. Perhaps then she would hear my silent screams. That ones that say I love you.
Amanda Cole
lovely… seems there is a writing mood at the moment.. beautiful stuff !
kimbaross
Quite profound. I enjoyed reading this!
MissKristy
Heard. Painfully heard and powerfully written. And she is fucking lucky.
Crockpot replied
I agree..
solarrain
sad..period…
Lisa Jewell
Powerful writing…..that has taken me through a myriad of emotions….
Holly Werner
Very powerful Jo. Great work.
LostBoy1
political prisoner…
Mark German
Jo, you write so beautifully – with passion, power – emotion.
Deborah Hally
I really love this, Jo…....so heartfelt and poetic.
shall
Oh God you have blown me away abd brought me to tears.. bloody powerful images, ones I confess I have glimpsed before.. to my shame!..
Well done Jo, A very honest and beautifully written piece..
I will read it again.. when I can see!
Shall xxx
Michael Alesich
Amazing Jo, really well written. I have read it twice and it still is as powerful.
Paul Louis Vil...
Your emotions are laid bare.
In one piece you caress like a feather landing on water then explode like the heartbeat of a thousand souls.
Jo, you have a wordsmiths virtuosity.
C.C. Arshagra
B-LONE AWAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! FOR
YOUR WRITING! NOW! So tied into knots of truth!
fillette
Beautiful Jo, you put some very real emotions on the table, emotions that I know I try to ignore.
Mariska
Wonderful , wonderful …..You have a great talent Jo !!!
This kined of art to make me so pround to being in RB .
Thank you my dear !!
Hugs xx
Judi Taylor
This haunts me … and because it does it is a great piece. Lovely.
Krisso
She was me once and this piece reminds me of why I appreciate who I am today. Our memories should never be buried. The more we understand our selfs the stronger we become. Beautiful writing, Thanks Jo.
Michelle Rogers
Brave, powerful writing – great work
Ericalovesnoone
Talent
Suzanne German
I like the style you’ve used here – A LOT! so sharp and strong. The words are almost like a double scotch – no ice thanks! – Hits you and GETS you good!
You place yourself right in the centre while simultaneously being the observer – this is a style I love – the duality in the situation , in the individual, in life!
excellent piece – a definite favourite for me!
Suzanne x
mzprofound
Thank you
That was moving. I felt your words.
darkofnight
Poweful, painful, moving, thought provoking,strong fragrance carried on winds of truth.
Well done
Mundy Hackett
Wonderful work Jo!
Natalie Foss
wow….. very powerful work.
greeneyes
reading this felt like you were readind my history!!
who is she?
thankyou
whoever she is I am sure she is flying with her feet on the ground!
luciec
This is a beautiful peice of work, I enoyed reading every letter of it.
JenniferB
mmm… very good, a rhythmic piece of writing worth fucking to.
love it.
JenniferB
coming to think of it… shouldn’t this one be work-safe filtered???
great piece of writing though Jo…
Holly Ringland
the description of the bird with nailed wings made me shudder.
ohhhh…. this makes me ache jo.
i’m so glad i found your words today, they so clearly make sense of the mess it is to be human.
joedonovan
so did you tell her
ArcadiaTempest
A powerful write …. intense in all the right moments for me.. Those arms that were not strong enough… does it become down to the other person to show them how to build them up?? Some really outstanding lines in this verse.
wingsoffire
The intensity of this piece is just astounding, such pain, anguish, bitterness, the emotional out pour of it all just breaks my heart. Excellent!