THIS FOOL looked into the eyes of a woman and fell in. He drowned in her tears coughing them up, gasping for air, grasping for life, attaining it, willing to fall in each day. Loving her meant more than life, and dying was worth the trip. She could never love this fool who swam in her tears, but would not close her eyes to shut him out. She could not bear to lose his love needing someone to adore her. God knows love was scarce these days. When she found true love for a man, she would wash this fool away He was a foolish caring man. and would see her pain and go. If he couldn't do that, she knew she could always blink.
Reason for writing:
I wrote this about a woman like this I happened to meet at an Aalanon meeting. It was a short devastating relationship that thank God, Prozac, and three years of therapy resolved. This was written the third week after I met her and she told me of her current and forme lovers.
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