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handle with care


Choosing to love

Having love choose you

Perfectly imperfect

Always moving

Always changing

Always growing

Evolving or devolving

Handle with care

 

Even if not by choice

Even if not given in the way we anticipate

If not received in ways that we hoped

If not shared

If not multiplied

Handle with care

 

The divinity of love is really unmatched

There is nothing quite like it

We all want to feel it

We all want to be bathed in it

We all want

it

 

But when it comes and it is not in the form that we so desire

That we’ve prayed for

That we’ve wished for

That we have determined is the ideal

 

Then what?

What happens to that love?

What happens when we stop handling it with care?

What happens when we stop appreciating it, take it for granted?

When we decide that it is not enough?

When we make those decisions and not focus on what love is

what it is meant to be

what its true divinity is

then

 

We tear down

We tear up

destroy

Hurt those around us

Especially those who love us

in word and deed

Handle with care

 

 Love

It is not for possession, to be possessed to be given as a possession

it is merely to be

It is to teach

It is to behold

It is to celebrate

It is all these things

It is none of these things

It is everything

 

To anyone who has ever wanted it

To anyone who has ever thought they had it

Anyone who has truly achieved this divinity

It is hurtful

It is painful

It does not have to be

But

That is what we make it

Because we cannot

Decide

 

We want to get high

we want to stay high

And for anyone who has ever dabbled in things that get you high

You know, those things, don’t keep you there

The same is true with love

Handle with care

 

If you are unable to handle it with care

Then surely, you shouldn’t handle it at all.

Copyright © 2017 Tamika Brown and TheFynePrynt.com

Image: blamethedragon 

 

Posted in creative writing, creativity, expression, lust, Uncategorized

Your Words

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Your words drop down like pure decadence, landing on my lobes like rain on petals.
Driving me towards distraction as they mingle in my mind.
Lulling me toward the edge of reason.
Pushing me into the depths of desire.

Your words drop down like all the weight of the world on that frustrated woman’s shoulders.
Wooing me into seduction that takes flight into fantasy.
Teasing me without fail until I fall into the snare.
Asking for everything while giving nothing in return.

Your words … are lies.

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