Actions Speak Louder Than Words
Actions Speak Louder Than Words Contest
Sponsor: Silent One
Why can't I sleep tonight?
I can not stop thinking about our last fervid conversation.
Broken promises of a long lost love affair between the cores of two fleshly desires.
The nature of the problem resides within your poor mentality.
You think you speak of righteousness and I listen with hopelessness.
You think you speak of virtuousness and I listen with nauseousness.
The podium you built from scratch reminds me of unshakable
memories of my childhood days in school. Annoyed at what I was being taught
and waiting for the bell to ring.
When will your bell ring?
When will your presentation fail?
I'm pretty sure you have already failed at loving me right and sharing good character of tender moments I deserve..
Up to my doorstep you walked. I saw the look on your face. The look
of regret and sorrow. How can you have sorrow? My self-pity is so comfortable
and it lays me down at ease with my decisions. I already closed the door, but
this time I must open it with caution...
My discretion melted as I saw your face. Tears were being shed, as my fears
stopped and bled. Bleeding into the hole of nothingness I thought
I only reserved for your poor intentions. I anticipated provoking words
dripping out of my lips, but all I could do was look in your eyes and feel your remorse
dig deeper into my oblivion.
Apologies were said and the begging occurred during the time I felt
forgiveness seep through my essence. Was your essence truly remorseful? Was my wall falling down enough to let you back into my world? Maybe it was...
...falling...falling..falling into your arms of warmth...
You held confessions of why you were lost, and why you couldn't lose me. “For without you, there is no me”, you whispered while we shared a moment of peace. You came in and there you sat in silence. Contemplating on what words you thought would change my point of view.
Silence...silence...uncomfortable silence...
Don't you know your actions caused a chain reaction that
dripped beneath my self-worth? Don't you know any sort of discourse you
were trying to address would mean nothing? Good deeds with good intentions
can slowly wash away the pain of loss. Loss is not an action. It is an occurrence
one's true love being swept away without reasons or time to prepare.
Your demeanor must change. The sky must reflect your light into my soul once again. Your conduct needs to carry respect and honor in the name of my love.
If one is dealing with inner consequences, behavior must alter itself to conform
into self respect and true manners. “It is only through direct transformation that I will
pardon you...for you have always been my constant companion, and now I vow
to remain in your arms under the condition knowing that your endeavors will always speak louder than words. No words in the world can reprieve wrong doings, but I have faith in you..and...
...faith in us...”
~Date Written: March 24, 2016~
Copyright © Beautiful Scars | Year Posted 2016
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