I’d blog this.

I realised this morning that, tomorrow, it will have been three years…since. well. since the thing I don’t talk about much.

I smiled. I considered actually blogging it. Then I considered not blogging it.

Currently, I’ve decided not to give that person any further energy so, they can breathe easy. Considering that the insults continued in various ways for over a year thereafter, I think they’ve had more than enough of my energy.

In retrospect, it took a face to the floor to set me on the path to beautiful, ultimate joy and freedom.

.”what am i to do with all this fire? i’ll write about it until you tell me to stop. and then i’ll carry on”.

Anyway, here’s my SOTD.

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(through you I see I)
Between a broken nose and a fake smile
Between piety and gunpowder
Between fighting and fleeing the scene
Between murder and diplomacy
Between aggression and oblivion
Between brutal and realistically well behaved
Between screaming and pulling in the reins
Between tiptoeing and ambleing

What am I to do with all this fire
(I’d like to hit you but I’d never hit you)
Would you stay with me in this red space
(I’d like to slap you but I’d never slap you)

Between violence and silently seething
Between my fist and my pollyanna flower
Between “fuck you” to your face and it’s alright
Between war and denial

Between flying vases and secretly weeping
Between loose cannons and ever downplaying
Between bruises and rudely differing
Between bursting and boiling

What am I to do with all this burning
(I’d like to hurt you but I’d never hurt you)
Do I overwhelm you in this place
(I’d like to kill you but I’d never kill you)

Between violence and silently seething
Between my fist and my pollyanna flower
Between “fuck you” to your face and it’s alright
Between war and denial

What am I to do with all this fire
Can you understand me in this place?