These forceless flowers like sturdy trees support me;
Two strengthless doves will draw me through the sky
from morn till night, even where I list to sport me.
Is love so light, sweet boy, and may it be
That thou shouldst think it heavy unto thee?
‘Is thine own heart to thine own face affected?
Can thy right hand seize love upon thy left?
Then woo thyself, be of thyself rejected,
Steal thine own freedom, and complain on theft.
Narcissus so himself himself forsook…
I watched him slip on the bracelet that I had left for him on the table.
“Who’s this for?” He asked after it was already in place on his wrist.
“It’s for you.” I smiled when he looked at me. I was surprised he hadn’t been running for the door after everything I had said to him.
don’t ask the question if you don’t want to know the answer.
the same is in the opposite.
make those aware [who should be aware] not to mention those details that will hurt you.
to know things after he fact are sometimes more detrimental than those things that happen during the fact.
hehe
It’s been a while since I needed to post, but the initial statement (shakespearean) is so fucking accurate to my circumstance that I had to include this
Friend, my enemy, I call you out. You, you, you there with a bad thorn in your side. You there, my friend, with a winning air, who pawned the lie on me when he looked brassily at my shyest secret. With my whole heart under your hammer. That though I loved him for his faults as much as for his good. my friend were an enemy upon stilts with his head in a cunning cloud.
I suppose those we hold closest to our hearts (or carry in it) are those the we most hastily wage war against. It’s their sure-footed gate on our souls that we take notice of, commanding attention. So, how can we expect them to slow the trampling on our account. We open the door, light the path and unlock all the doors…ignore the muddy foot prints…our dear friend is marching to war. The hammer blows relentlessly.
-S