1. The Cusp of a Breaking


    Date: 2/23/2016, Categories: Love Poems, Author: Possibly, Rating: 30, Source: LushStories

    In love - feral, unbroken, and unaccustomed to your ways of thinking, of loving, of being, my resolve is suffocating - drowning in a sea of assumptions. Assumptions, sorted presumptions have a way of distorting what is true. What may be true turns into misconceptions, misapprehensions, and misinterpretations. Ultimately, Miss-Understanding stands strong at the threshold. That bitch - Miss-Understanding, she, divides what I thought I heard you say and what you meant. She separates my perceptions and realities from your intentions and actions. That bitch, she makes it difficult to locate Mr. Reconciliation, even if he is standing right next to us. And we, you and I find ourselves on a battlefield at the corner of Shut Down and Communication. We choose Shut Down Way located in the community of Schism; I take a right and settle in on Retreat Avenue. You hang a left and move all your things onto Resentment Drive. And every morning we miss the bus, the ride destined for sound communication, because we refuse to lose ourselves, our baggage, and our preconceived ideas and move out into the unknown. We would settle at the cusp of our breaking. Oh that I would throw my hands up, mouth closed, and ears listening without preparing a response; and that you would speak from your heart, and then hear me as I pour out my thoughts. Reciprocation right there - would direct us to the road of better interaction. We would be at the cusp of breaking into a beautiful, lasting relationship, right there, love... Bashing assumptions, misconceptions, and misinterpretations, we’d escort that bitch, Miss-understanding right out the door. We’d recognize and realize Mr. Reconciliation and welcome him in. In love – cultivated, broken-in, and accustomed to our ways of thinking, of loving, of being my resolve, our resolve would be floating – balanced in a sea of understanding.
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