Love Lost in Translation.

Sometimes I wake up with no other desire but to make you miserable.

Other times I awaken to compassion, understanding- the man I fell in love with.

Is there a countdown to how long you can tolerate a person? How far you can stretch a relationship? My silent screams are starting to bleed through my pores... I despise that someone has this much power over my being. He gives me the world while taking the oceans and bed of greens. I am not this person who settles for happiness Monday  through Friday, 9 - 5. Living a nightmare in my own home, I even hear the walls cry. Meanwhile my floors are dampened with our tears. It's so easy for him to smile and forgive me, making amends as I stand; tongue raging with explicits. I don't want to feel this way anymore- broken without a cause. Is this what we've become? Disheartened? I've lost my voice of reasoning with love. It is a give and take and I refuse to make this black market trade anymore. Give me love in a pretty velvet box, straight off the shelf.

Give me a kiss without the tastes of poison. Give me your heart without the discolored and charcoal filing. I cannot question my future with you anymore... just as much as I can't picture it without you. We need a resolution for this love lost in translation.

-RecklessStill.2011