Inaudible
I know
In their voices
I know
A sad, fierce look in their eyes
I know
The problem with my hobby of suffering through heartache is that I remind others of their own past relationship traumas (a saving grace is most of them are in good, healthy relationships now). I’ve finally realized when they tell me not to beat myself up, they speak from experience, not from indifference.
I see a light in their eyes, aware and remembering and I feel kinship and guilt. They know and I think they’d just as well forget.
It’s never as easy as I’m sorry.
Ramblings of a Medicated Lady: Words of Woe by Loria Taylor 
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February 25, 2009 at 5:16 pm
Patrice
“The problem with my hobby”…
But then there are those of us who enjoy the sting – the “yeah, that’s right” and “Ha ha ha, so true” commiseration with you.
We all need to share, to air, the darkest and deepest of our despair. Only by oxidation and conflagration can we glimpse salvation – A pyre of pain
will burn to bitter ash. But life is saved with laughter’s splash.
February 25, 2009 at 5:20 pm
Patrice
And if there’s any doubt, read the “automatically generated, Possibly related posts…”
Is that irony or what?
( I think it’s “what.”)
I know…
(I hate that I can’t make italics on comments… I can’t create drama and emphasis without italics!!! How can I know which voice I’m using?)
February 26, 2009 at 8:21 am
medicatedlady
Patrice, what a beautiful comment. Thank you.
Also, I am sad about the drama-less quotations marks. I like italics, darn it. This is wordpress, we’re supposed to be able to express ourselves freely.