The Misgided Heart


What do you do when your heart aches.
For a friend
For that one person that just gets you.

What do you do when you find them...
And they don't want you.

When they are afraid to see that what's in front of them is real and not a dream.

"Be my friend." Is what they say as they cover your neck in kisses and touch you gently, arousing desire that cannot be acted on....
Because their heart truly belongs to another.......

Honesty..... Easy to come by in words but seldom found in emotions and matters of the misguided heart.

I did not think I would care this much about him.

I thought I could handle it and be patient.
But as he slips from my bed to sleep on the couch and cry himself to sleep dreaming of another....... my heart dies.
Bleeding as if severed by bands of barbed wire.
And now it is my turn to cry myself to sleep.

I know he will never be mine but still I hope.... I pray that he will open his eyes and see what is the future in front of him and not echoes of what once was in the past. 
HIS history does not have to repeat.

So I wait in the sidelines of friendship placed there by a misguided heart.

I hope my patience, and love will be rewarded..........

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