My You,
We have known each other since the beginning of our human existence. Lifetime after lifetime, after lifetime.
I have cried a thousand years of tears for what has never come to be. In each lifetime we have loved each other, and we have parted ways, time and time again to only come back together. As if a divine connection of the soul like the Japanese folk tale “El Hilo Rojo” a destiny, a link of our souls, maintaining our spirits attached. So I ask, in a heart-wrenching sob, how do we end it, forever? What is the reason karma continues to attach our lives to one another for eternity? Why can’t I seem to stop the flow of emotions that I have for you?
A Thousand Years of Tears.
A thousand years of tears I have drowned in, over and over again. This lifetime has proven to be the one in which we awake to the soul string that has kept us intertwined. I cannot say that I carry memories of our lifetimes of togetherness yet, there is a pull of the soul that reminds the spirit of our us in yesteryears. I even convinced myself after meeting in this life that it was an “idea” of you trapped in my thoughts and that this was the reason you danced daily across my heart.
A thousand years of tears marks the first teardrop that has since filled oceans. Oceans created in pain, provoking Tsunami’s when overwhelmed.
I felt you that very first, quick and unexpected chance meeting. You might have forgotten but, our eyes locked, then we glanced away, the goose bumps and weird vibrations running through my veins spoke loudly so, I put on the headphones and adjusted then tightly. The familiarity frightened me. It was both a beautifully divine and scary as hell moment of our encounter in this lifetime. Fuck, we meet yet again.
It was also my birthday.
I have loved in this lifetime and maybe have been loved in return, I don’t know for sure. But you, yes you, are that Everlasting, Never-ending karmic love.
My unfortunate destiny.
You have been Joy and Pain, Laughter and Sadness. Clarity and Confusion, an open book yet a mystery. My inspiration – MY Beautiful Muse.
In this current lifetime, we never really began a committed love story – an ending did not need to take place. I am guessing the indescribable pain that shattered me and continues to have me in pieces is here, carved deep in my soul until the end of this lifetime.
A Thousand Years of Tears
Magically Orgasmic 