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Learning to love again. by ~jerian23:iconjerian23:



Darlings, i am afraid for our people in this day in age. They live in fear, and so much of it. So much that it strangles all the pretty necks to bruised yellows ands purples. Just like all the other bruises they receive. And our people have rights to be scared. They should be  terrified.  F'ck, i'm scared sh'itless. But that's another story all together.

Our people are afraid of love, but now you say, "When were they not?" Ah, there was a time, i'm sure, that people gave away their hearts with abbandon, no matter how many times beatings ensued and bruises were handed out and hearts were thrown back in faces. They loved with a love that was more than love, and now they love not at all. It is trully horrible indeed when i see in others what i am most frightened of. That the one i love will walk away. Or that i will do the walking and hurt her so bad she crumbles and breaks just like the rest.

Sometimes i wrap myself around her and bruise her those ugly yelllows and purples just so i know she's there. And that i trully am still feeling her skin next to mine. But i know she is, it's just my fragile heart and soul that think not. That worry. That hope day after day we will stay as one and not as the others are. Cracked and broken. Smashed like a toddler's toy.

Yes i have hope. A small amount at that, but one that i think will stay, like her i'm almost sure. So we love with a love that is more, and we hope, even though we're bruised and our hearts still bleed from the past, and even though ours scars sometimes scream up at us from wrists, arms, faces.  Yes we love, now please my people I wish you to love. Yes you will be hurt. That much is absolutely there in black print. But there's other better things in the fine writing. You just have to squint a little.

So squint my darlings, ruin your eyes and stare blindly ahead until you can love again. Until you can let someone love you, and you can leave your bruises behind. The ones you learn to love will give you new ones.

But, i say yet again, you will learn to love them.
©2009 ~jerian23
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Author's Comments

Annabel Lee
by Edgar Allan Poe
(published 1849)

It was many and many a year ago,
In a kingdom by the sea,
That a maiden there lived whom you may know
By the name of ANNABEL LEE;--
And this maiden she lived with no other thought
Than to love and be loved by me.
She was a child and I was a child,
In this kingdom by the sea,
But we loved with a love that was more than love--
I and my Annabel Lee--
With a love that the winged seraphs of heaven
Coveted her and me.

And this was the reason that, long ago,
In this kingdom by the sea,
A wind blew out of a cloud by night
Chilling my Annabel Lee;
So that her high-born kinsman came
And bore her away from me,
To shut her up in a sepulchre
In this kingdom by the sea.

The angels, not half so happy in Heaven,
Went envying her and me:--
Yes! that was the reason (as all men know,
In this kingdom by the sea)
That the wind came out of a cloud, chilling
And killing my Annabel Lee.

But our love it was stronger by far than the love
Of those who were older than we--
Of many far wiser than we-
And neither the angels in Heaven above,
Nor the demons down under the sea,
Can ever dissever my soul from the soul
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee:--

For the moon never beams without bringing me dreams
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
And the stars never rise but I see the bright eyes
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side
Of my darling, my darling, my life and my bride,
In her sepulchre there by the sea--
In her tomb by the side of the sea.

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