Friday, August 3, 2012, 12:42AM, sitting writing my dissertation. Got a text message from TF. It read, “The Buddha was with me today.” ‘The Buddha” being the small Buddha trinket I gave to him before his trip to Columbus. He’s stealing my heart. And I know it’s all wrong. Oh, love, oh life. Is it really about being brave enough to get your heart broken again and again?
You’re not right for me
This is all wrong.
You told me you liked the mountains
I told you I liked the sun
And the way it shines on waving tide
Of an ocean, Atlantic blue
The feel of sand under soft toes
And mellifluous sea songs too.
You told me that you would never accept
The furry little beings that accompanied my side
I told you that love knows no limits
It is unbounded, infinite and shows its pride
In the small gestures and looks
That are shared by two lovers
Unafraid to let go, open up
Reveal what’s covered.
You told me that you were scared to love again
and lay bare your downy tum
where the huntress once crept
and laid her blade down
on holy body, yours to sacrifice
to give it all up, without looking back
move forward, and not think twice.
And that is why I know
You’re not right for me and this is all wrong.
I said I wanted to love you
You said you wanted to move on.
So, just go.
let me be, Gypsy soul.
Before I look back, turn around, let love take its toll
Because if you’re looking to pay the price
Then what you’ll get is the deed
And a heart of gold to entice
Cast its spell to follow her lead.” – Megan Marie Seaman