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Self Harm

22 Aug

 

The only way

I can hurt her

is to never

see her again.

 

Except

it will hurt me

even more

than her.

.

.

Photo stolen from oOfAilEdOo

 
17 Comments

Posted by on August 22, 2012 in Lovers Past, Poetry, Still Life

 

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17 responses to “Self Harm

  1. charmedbylove

    August 22, 2012 at 4:50 pm

    never seeing one again may also mean taking time to love yourself more than ever. take care! 🙂

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    • Romantic Dominant

      August 22, 2012 at 9:50 pm

      Thank you. You might be right

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  2. Isabella

    August 22, 2012 at 5:40 pm

    No pain I’ve ever felt physically can compare to the the pain I’ve felt by losing someone I so desperately would love to hold on to. Everyone’s different though…

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    • Romantic Dominant

      August 22, 2012 at 9:53 pm

      We are. But some feelings are universal.

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  3. MysticalKitty

    August 23, 2012 at 8:18 am

    Seeing…Hearing…Tasting…Touching

    Which one of these senses hurts more when denied?

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    • Romantic Dominant

      August 23, 2012 at 1:46 pm

      An impossible question. And the sense of smell. I can be struck dumb by the merest hint of the scent she wears

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  4. pivoine68

    August 23, 2012 at 8:52 am

    I’m sorry.

    Bisous,
    Dawn

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    • Romantic Dominant

      August 23, 2012 at 1:46 pm

      Thank you.
      Hugs

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  5. magcarpenter

    August 24, 2012 at 7:08 am

    Perhaps. Perhaps in the hurt, in the missing, in the need that so overwhelms us, there is the reminder that we are the blessed ones. We, in our not so very vanilla lives, enjoy crystal clear memories of those unique moments. Moments that will be our permanent companions.

    Perhaps you can recall a small utterance that told a story of a touch, a pinch, a smack that quickened her pulse and you knew, if you touched her there, you would find her wanting…

    Yes it is bittersweet to be sure. We are in similar shoes, you and I. Most days I can focus on the sweet… at least… I try to!

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    • Romantic Dominant

      August 24, 2012 at 8:00 am

      Memories come unbidden. I allow them free rein until I can bear no more. I have known love and adoration. At times so much that I was spoilt. Now I must find peace. In the end I know that I can only find it if I embrace the future and not the past.

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      • magcarpenter

        August 24, 2012 at 5:50 pm

        Absolutely! Embrace the future and not the past. When the images float into my mind, uninvited, I believe I will see it, feel it, treasure the same with another in the days to come.

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        • Romantic Dominant

          August 25, 2012 at 8:39 am

          I hope on your behalf

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      • mlbk7

        August 24, 2012 at 5:57 pm

        RD, What a beautiful reply and could not agree more. M

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        • Romantic Dominant

          August 25, 2012 at 8:37 am

          Thank you

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      • MysticalKitty

        August 24, 2012 at 6:39 pm

        Yesterday is your wealth…Today is your challenge…Tomorrow is a fantasy…

        Another page in your diaries to fill with finely carved love and adoration proof.

        Peace is overrated. Frozen. Wasted…

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        • Romantic Dominant

          August 25, 2012 at 8:38 am

          I’m not sure I agree. Right now peace, after all that has happened, is wrapped around me like a warm and safe blanket

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          • MysticalKitty

            August 26, 2012 at 6:42 am

            Smiles…

            Soon the lukewarm feel under the blanket will no longer be desired.
            You will be waited…

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