Dear Monkey,
My defense is draining to where the point my flower of resistance is withering. I miss my beautiful monkey, the one who hurts me through his failure to give in to a few simple demands; or slight compromises that will benefit our relationship for the best. At night I turn into a “Yogi” repeating the mantra “You don’t care about me, least not enough to embrace slow steps of change in order for us to progress. Queen you have saw turbulent skies while flying with your monkey, and with the weather you guys have crashed and burned a couple of times, telling yourself that love resurrects itself”. My Pillows are totally wet in the morning because I cannot fathom the thought of you not being in my life. So I play cruel to myself by revisiting memories that we have shared.
I revisit memories of him and I. The loving, the times we shared, jumping out of moving cars, the friendly political debates, the bickering, and the fighting. All of the things that made us a couple for 3 multiplied by 2 months. Most days my mind begins with wanting to reach out to you, almost like I crave you, to call and spit words of conviction so powerful that you will want to restore what we had and make beautiful masterpieces that will make the skies shine sun rays of diamonds and approval.
Or to type a million and 1 words through his face book in box that will muster up enough realization for him to unconsciously erase all 387 of his friends. I wish my beautiful boy/monkey could see how I inhale and exhale him with every breathe I take.
But again these are my weak petty emotions that plague me until father times tells me my wounds are healed or I am dead…..until than
Sincerely
Hope I can Live
