Be careful your loyalty is not misplaced. You might be loyal to the wrong people, or to the wrong things. Your loyalty should not be a prison, where you can’t grow because it might mean having your loyalty questioned. Misplaced loyalty is always full of regrets.
I lust you,
I lust for you,
Your tasty lips,
Your eyes when you’re turned on,
Your breath on my neck
Your touch on my skin,
Your voice when you whisper “I want you…”
Your soft skin, melting in my hands
Embraced in the lustful fires
of our sensual desires.
Your moans, escaping your mouth,
caressing my ears
as our bodies rock to the rhythm
Flag raised. If it were not for the big blood stain, you could see that is was white. It was a make-shift but he didn’t give a shit anymore. He was tired. He never really wanted any of this. He hated every minute of it, but he had made his bed. The people he had killed had done nothing to him. Or his partners.
They just followed orders, and in this parts, their lives depended on it. “Shoot to kill.” Leave no enemy untouched. But whose enemy was it? His country’s probably. Ah, patriotism. He had come to realise it was a disease. He didn’t even know what he, no they were fighting for.
Now, as the shoot-out ended, bodies lay everywhere, and him, the sole survivor on his team, had no more ammunition and no back up. After-all this had just been a routine sweep before leaving for home tomorrow, with the war having been declared a triumph 2 days ago. The sheer irony made him smile. His wife and son would be waiting for him at the base tomorrow. As he thought about them he began to remove the blood stained flag they had used as a bandage when Frankie was shot in the leg 5 minutes ago then in the head as he screamed in pain. Now Frankie lay before him, limp and lifeless another casualty of war.
They had stopped shooting, but he knew they were too many to be all dead. He tied the flag to the barrel of his gun and raised it and waved, hoping they would understand the gesture. Silence. He waved it again. Nothing. They had realised what he was trying to do! Gathering his strength and using his gun as a support, he stood up. At least he might see his son one day, maybe take him to see the new Star Wars movie. He looked up.
They were standing in a line, guns at the ready, waiting for the survivor to show himself. Each of them had lost someone to the war, a war that had nothing to do with them. He could see them, standing there, a stance hardened by the throes of war. If they hadn’t shot him by now, they probably weren’t going to shoot him. He limped over the barricade and raised his hands above his head, as a sign of surrender. They watched him for a while then began to lower their weapons. He couldn’t believe it!
A sudden movement in the top floor window of the 2 storey building to his left caught his eye. It didn’t matter. The bullet hit him before he heard the gunshot. Suddenly he was falling into the blackness. Funny, what was that about the light at the end of the tunnel? The last thing he saw before the darkness consumed him was the general congratulating them on a victorious war. The sniper slowly dismantled his gun, a grim look on his face. He had never had such an easy shot, but he was glad. He pulled out the pendant on his necklace and kissed it as he watched his brother’s killer fall to the ground, in his eyes, a triumph.
In a moment of weakness
I let my guard down
And she took advantage of me
Advantage of a past love
One with which I couldn’t cope.
For me it was a certainty
That there would be no forgiveness
That this fairy tale
Had an unlikely anti-climax
And yet you say
Despite my doubts,
Despite my mistakes,
You still love me,
Does that mean,
I can dare to dream
I can dare to hope
That we may bury this hatchet
That our story
May still have
A happy ending?
You say you love me, but I hesitate to reply that I love you back, because you don’t know love like I know it. You just like to hear someone say they love you without knowing the true meaning of love.
You say you love, but with conditions, and expectations. That is not love, but attachment and it can only result in disappointment. You say you love someone but you expect them to do something or behave in a certain way in regards to you because you love them. What happens if the expectations are not met? You end up saying things like “you broke my heart”, and “I can never love again” but you were never even in love in the first place. Just an extended infatuation.
So when I hesitate to reply “I love you too”, it’s not because I don’t love you, it’s because I don’t think love means the same thing to both of us.
Its like the world is ready for me but I am not ready for the world… that’s what it feels like.