Ring of Fire.

i don't think i can read your blog.
i will want to dialogue, to pick your brain
and understand your heart.

funny, your blog is where i used to go
to try to get an inkling of what was going on in there...
a messenger between us
putting voice to the unspoken words
of connection
that weren't ever audibly communicated.

why didn't you tell me earlier??

the last i heard
my thighs were too large
and you were very concerned i might try to take charge
take over
and steer your dreamboat in a
different direction
(ok, i realize this is not entirely fair
but it's how i felt at one point.)

and then...? wonderful? greatest mystery of life?
the switch has been flipped again.
you called me captivating and lovely today-
why did you wait?
why did you wait until my heart had packed her bags and left?
starving for the words of adoration
that would keep her plump and healthy,
that would keep her home.

instead, she's off to roam
to find more of her Self, maybe...
and it's all for the best i guess-

just wish she didn't have to rip herself at the seams
to seperate herself from you.