April 1, 2014
Dear Twinflame,
A thousand endearments touch my lips, but they will never leave my finger tips.
Many moons ago, lived a heart that was soft and pure. A heart which no love have touched. A heart that had never learned to fly, for she did not want to die. And then one day, you swept into her life and took away every rules, every principles, every honor, everything that defined her. She loved you with a love that was so pure, so true, and so deep that to deny you would be denying the very air that she breathes. You were her twinflame, the other half of her soul.
Sadly, she was nothing to you, but one of many. A thousand women, all in line. Holding their breathes waiting. She gave you her all, but you gave her empty endearments. Endearments that had been uttered to a thousand others. And when push came to shove, you pushed her right off the cliff. Dusted your hands and left without a backward glance. You chose another. And another. And another. She knows not how many others.
Aching and in pain, she died a thousand deaths. Within those deaths, a new soul was born. Each death gave birth to another soul. Until one day, behold! She stood up and in the broken pieces of her shattered heart, burned a thousand flames. Each one gravitate towards the other until the love became brighter and brighter. Out of that bright glowing love, came courage. The courage of a 1000 deaths, the courage of a 1000 love.
That, my love, was the shape that you left me in.
Vengence? You asked. It is neither here nor there. It will be found no where.
Whether I talk to you in my heart or with this new art, you are never far from my thoughts. You were my friend. You were the air that I breathe. You were every beating of my heart. And as I reread the words you spoke as you loved another, I know that I am nothing more than one of a 1000 who hung on your every word. You flew into my life like the wind. And like the wind, you left without a trace.
And even at this very moment, there is no denying the love that is still in my heart; but I now know better. Loving you will always be a part of me. But my heart no longer hangs on my sleeve. You can't have it. You can't steal it. It is no longer free.
Always & Forever,
ButterflyKisse s