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Sometimes. Always.

Posted on May 5, 2014 by The Fyne Prynt

If all is fair in love and war then we most certainly know who is winning and who is taking the “L”.

It goes to the notion that even though you treat me like “sometimes”, you expect that I should treat you like “always”.

To justify less than glorious behavior you tell lies and weave fabrics rich in hue and comfort.

Though full of life when properly defined, from your lips, those same words are rendered meaningless.

How skillful and talented and wholeheartedly invested you are in the ability to be nearly anything but a bearer of truth.

Meanwhile you plot and plan and sulk and bemoan and deliberate all the ways that I can become more.

More perfect. More gorgeous. More dedicated. More sated. More full on those empty calories that spill from your very being.

At the center of it all though is less. Less dignity. Less honor. Less character. Less realness. Less reason to remain.

Indeed, it goes to the notion though, that even though you treat me like “sometimes”, you expect that I should treat you like “always”.

When in fact, never again.

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Darkness

Posted on April 24, 2014April 24, 2014 by The Fyne Prynt

Awaking to the hushed sounds of midnight filling the space of one thousand promises:
“I will love you always”
“I am here for you always”
“I want to share my life with you always”

But as the sounds of morning crest with the horizon the space is filled with one thousand truths:
“Love” is {constantly} changing.
“Here” was subjective {to you}.
“Life” {together} has an end.

Always, is a fantasy.

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The Edge

Posted on April 15, 2014April 16, 2014 by The Fyne Prynt

When it is turned on it’s side and spilling over rushing towards the edge ready to slide down; it’s warmth speeding forward covering everything in it’s path and pooling effortlessly together, right, before …. it falls.

Will you be there? Will you be ready?

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Letters {Number 2}

Posted on April 11, 2014 by The Fyne Prynt

My Dearest Love,
You have sparked a new thing in me. Perhaps new isn’t the best description though. It has always been here but so close to death as to have been forgotten. For so long, curled up and tucked away. How ever did you know? How ever did you recognize?
In Awe,
Your Dearest Heart

My Dearest Heart,
There has not been a day or moment that I have not been a part of you. Living in your hopes, breathing in your desires – I have always been the whisper in your heart letting you know that there is more here for you. For as long as you allow those words – no matter how quietly – I am here.
Ever,
Your Dearest Love

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OneThousand

Posted on April 8, 2014April 8, 2014 by The Fyne Prynt

I thought a lot of thoughts that day,
Before. Making. My. Decision.
Was it worth it? Did it matter?
And would you even care? Would today be the final notice, the last indicator of whatever used to be between us?

Or was there ever anything beyond what rested in my mind? In my heart? In my spirit? In my telling of the tale? Perhaps it was all fiction made up purely by a lustful body sending words to my head that never actually crossed my lips. That certainly were never real life?

There were so many thoughts thought that day that I nearly missed the moment. The moment provided to us by fate? By happenstance? By the universe hurling us ever toward one another?

Is it toward or is that too a place that I have designed because of the seemingly insatiable need to be where you are? Perhaps it is apart? Apart is where all things eventually end right? No matter what is said, what is heard, what is felt? There is always the end?

I thought a lot of thoughts that day. Before. Making. My. Decision.

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Letters {Number 33}

Posted on April 7, 2014April 7, 2014 by The Fyne Prynt

My Dearest Love,
I do not quite know what to make of these things, these words that are filling up my space. These words that somehow feel as though they are filling me to the brim and draining me dry. Will it always be this way?
Always,
Your Dearest Heart

My Dearest Heart,
There are so many moments that we only recognize once they have passed. It is rare indeed to carry on a life lived in this very moment. Right now is all we truly have but still, we believe in the promise of tomorrow.
Ever,
Your Dearest Love

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Letters {Number 40}

Posted on March 25, 2014March 25, 2014 by The Fyne Prynt

My Dearest Love,
Recently I found myself absentmindedly sitting and listening to ticking of the clock. Its steady pace and lulling rhythm make it so easy to forget what is actually happening. Each tick, each tock build up and up and up until they explode into eternity; etched in forever.
Patiently,
Your Dearest Heart

—- —- —- —- —- —–

My Dearest Heart,
It is never easy to give away something so precious as love. It is as if you are giving away a very real, very tangible part of yourself. The care it takes just to bundle it up is enough to cause the sincerest of doubts. And of course, once it begins it’s journey, there is no return to sender.
Ever,
Your Dearest Love

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Playing The Odds

Posted on March 23, 2014 by The Fyne Prynt

The desire to be wrapped up {in love}.
The desire to not get knocked down {by love}.
The desire to be brilliant {at love}.
Even when there is no guarantee {of love}.

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Oceans

Posted on March 18, 2014March 18, 2014 by The Fyne Prynt

To what depths can love carry you on the expanse of it’s wings? Beyond the shallows of lust? Sinking past the midlevels of like? Rushing towards the ocean floor only to find that it goes deeper still?

Sailing to the ends of the earth in celebration of an indescribable feeling then back again at it’s inevitable demise. Trading that trip though for nothing that can bought or sold.

The end of love is the beginning of a new life, a new set of wings awaiting their first flight. Ready to venture to the depths that only love knows.

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Letters {Number 3}

Posted on March 11, 2014March 11, 2014 by The Fyne Prynt

My Dearest Love,
Certainly it has been ages since last we embraced; since last we spoke a thousand words without ever parting our lips. I could never have imagined someone having such power to move me that when we are apart I feel as though I’m perpetually standing still.
Ever,
Your Dearest Heart
—- —- —- —- —- —- —-
My Dearest Heart,
Has it yet been proven that emotion also moves at the speed of light? Traversing moments and miles and memories even before we can even wrap our minds around what is happening? Even if there is no science that explains it, I know that it is real.
Always,
Your Dearest Love

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