Abeyance
Your need to “temporarily suspend your obligations”, as you coldly put it, was why you came into my life. And like a summer storm, the only evidence you were there was the destruction left behind. I have prided myself on being friends with all the women I had relationships with, but you were a different breed altogether.
Your experience and your mesmerizing beauty were skillfully and callously applied to cause the most damage. Whether it was intentional or not I do not care, because I am still wounded by your need to tart up the drudgery of your life.
This lucubration was finally put on paper after many hours of therapy, soul searching, and of course, the hope that these words will somehow find you and perhaps inflict the throe of agonizing heartache for abusing your knowledge and beauty on a green, trusting, unsuspecting, and optimistic young man who’s joie de vivre was extinguished for a spell - which defeats the purpose of the therapy, but I need to exact vengeance no matter how far removed. With the unblurred vision of hindsight and experience, I have come to appreciate your ruse, because that is exactly what it was.
Even after my collapse, I still worshiped you. Following you like a lost puppy was the reason I was able to witness your lachrymose existence, and pity was not something I wanted to bestow on a goddess such as yourself. Seeing you as someone to be brooked by one who has chosen to be blind to who you are was more than my heart could take, I forgive you; farewell -the therapy worked, somewhat.
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Sub-rosa
You have sepulchered your true self.
Leave the lies for those that pretend to know you; rise and face who you are.
Blossom into the rose you have always been and let those who have chosen to see you as the paragon of womanhood revel in your presence.
Blossom into the rose you have always been and let those who have chosen to see you as the paragon of womanhood revel in your presence.
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mmguta@gmail.com
