I CAN LISTEN, hoe.
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There is pain in either direction. You cannot escape it. The growth will come, the change will come, and you might be so devestated, you don't even understand what things mean anymore. Your love
is so powerful.This is the path of the real man, the ill-accepted, often neglected duty of the actual MAN... that is so lacking in our society. It needs you so bad, so terribly awfully bad that it's too sick to even let you know. It needs a man who feels responsibility, understands the moral right, the greater good, the sacrifice, the pain, the struggle. Not only understands, but overcomes, with room enough for LOVE. After all, within the man, resides love, the most incredible of mysterious virtues.
This is the one we most readily disacrd, though we know it now. We let it slip by the wayside, though it is hurt very badly. We charge through, forward, into the dark. We hold only to what we have, what we know, what we must do, but out there we bleed and burn for something that we know is impossibly real. The love that we feel walks alone wall to wall, lost in a hall she can't hear you, though you know she likes to be near you.
The truth as your shield, a pathetic and lonely shield, you advance. The only thing left in you is what is greatest, what is loneliest, what is most true, and most horrible. You can't accept it, but must. You don't want it, but it is.
This is what makes you great, and what destroys you.
This.
Is.
Woman.
You will never understand her, lest you embrace pain, embrace what you can never undrstand.
Her eyes like windows, trickle in rain.
She needs you now, so badly. You are afraid, but this is only the proof that what is
is. Life begins and ends with the moment of love, the moment of something so profoundly, tragically beautiful that it defeats you.
It is altogether one and nothing, you have it and it's there and then it's gone, and all you can do is grasp at the dark. DO YOU FACE IT? Do you achieve or fail? Either way, does it satisfy her? Is it what she wanted? What she expected? Which is all you strive to give her in this nightmare life... What could be. That is what you are, and what you bleed for in the name of the one you love.
You would easily sacrifice it all so that she could be, watch it bleed out poetically on the ground in the name of one so beautifully woman that she makes it real, she makes it okay. She sits there and watches you bleed, there must be more you can tell her... If she really, if she... but you know, no one can see her.
I'm just a man. What can I do?
Maybe one day I will free her... or perhaps, perhaps
she will free me.
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