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Cannot be trusted

14 Feb

The Great Poet

 

Two years ago today

 

And now she is just someone I once knew.

A deeply etched name in my address book.

A fading white scar on my black soul.

Is it we that are fickle – or is it love that cannot be trusted?

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© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Art by Jack Vettriano

 
47 Comments

Posted by on February 14, 2013 in D/s, Lovers Past

 

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47 responses to “Cannot be trusted

  1. thesacredroad

    February 14, 2013 at 11:33 pm

    I think it is often that we are not fully aware of what we need. And therefore, are unprepared when the one suddenly isn’t.

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  2. wolfs_grace

    February 15, 2013 at 12:01 am

    Wounds of love cut very deep. It’s not that we didn’t love. Maybe its that we loved too much. or maybe we loved more then they did.

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  3. victoriademina

    February 15, 2013 at 12:55 am

    are you reading my diary?

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  4. sharronkelley

    February 15, 2013 at 1:01 am

    sigh…If you discover the answer to this question, please share it.

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  5. cjriordan

    February 15, 2013 at 2:02 am

    I have never experienced a night of sensual romance like that. You are a lucky man to have known it, regardless of how it ended.

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    • Romantic Dominant

      February 15, 2013 at 8:03 pm

      I am sorry that you have not, and cannot imagine why. I have had many. Probably undeserved. Life is a strange

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      • cjriordan

        February 15, 2013 at 8:19 pm

        No apologies needed. At some point, the scales must balance. I have a sneaking suspicion some of the best moments of my life are still to come. 🙂

        I have a friend who likes to quote Dr. Seuss: “Don’t cry because it’s over. Smile because it happened.”

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  6. Kayla Lords

    February 15, 2013 at 2:19 am

    Neither…we adjust and adapt in order to survive. No one can go through life with a broken heart forever…so we put it to the side or push it back or whatever so that we can function…

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  7. emmylgant

    February 15, 2013 at 2:21 am

    Yes and yes. Unfortunately… And yet we dream, as you said dear friend.

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  8. Amba

    February 15, 2013 at 2:49 am

    Loved the last line in particular…I wish I had the answer to that too. I have asked myself that question many times, mostly when i am trying to lay the blame on love instead of my fickle self. Are we fickle minded because love fell through or did love fall through the cracks because we were fickle minded?

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    • Romantic Dominant

      February 15, 2013 at 8:06 pm

      It is probably impossible to answer. Perhaps love is perfect and we are imperfect.

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  9. Heartafire

    February 15, 2013 at 2:52 am

    the heart wants what the heart wants…pardon the cliche. Lovely writing as always, Mr. D.

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  10. mlbk7

    February 15, 2013 at 3:01 am

    Our hearts yearn to fall in love, but our minds insist it’s not possible, When our beliefs contradict our desires, we experience an inner conflict that can actually prevent us from recognizing the possibilities for love that exist all around us. Sometimes we must be willing to give up who we are in order to become all that we can or will become.

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    • Romantic Dominant

      February 15, 2013 at 8:08 pm

      Perhaps I have never been prepared to give up who I am … yes, I think that is true.

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      • mlbk7

        February 16, 2013 at 6:57 pm

        Never give up who you are…just saying if you truly believe in love and beauty then i think you are full of satire and irony in this post. You seem to me to not to be so much of what you say you are, but appear to be more of what you say you are not. That’s just my thought.

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        • Romantic Dominant

          February 17, 2013 at 12:18 pm

          I am what I am there. In the end there is only me. And only I know how that feels.
          It is the same with every one of us.

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  11. Miss Tiff Eying

    February 15, 2013 at 3:41 am

    Although the nights have altered and may not read the same story, when upon reflection of such a heavenly night, infused with such delicious flavours, in addition to the eloquent hand that captured it in words, a worthy etch in a little black book if you ask me.
    Happy V Day Sir.

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    • Romantic Dominant

      February 15, 2013 at 8:09 pm

      Thank you. Beautifully put, although I’m not sure I deserve such praise. And to you, belatedly.

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  12. butterflyx3

    February 15, 2013 at 7:00 am

    Some things come to an end.. even love. But in it there’s always a lesson to be learned. Love is such a beautiful thing, yet sometimes is so painful at the same time. I wonder your question myself at times.

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  13. loneyheart

    February 15, 2013 at 4:01 pm

    Love is untrusworthy… It is a feeling that makes us stupid. It fills us with wild energy and passion that can not last. It ebbs and flows. And if it is not fed it with shrivel up and die. And right now all i see is that it is a bitter pill to swallow. It has no joy.

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    • Romantic Dominant

      February 15, 2013 at 8:11 pm

      I’m sorry it has no joy for you. Even in my darkest moments I have never given up on love … and beauty

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      • loneyheart

        February 15, 2013 at 9:57 pm

        this morning was rough. My husband has decided its time to talk. I have been wanting this but was really unprepared for its reality. I was sad and hurt and bitter.
        The truth is.. I belive deeply in love. It can be magical,and sweet and glorious. But it must be nurtured to live. It will not be as it once was. It is a living thing that needs constant attention to grow.

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  14. lunastarla

    February 15, 2013 at 10:35 pm

    We love people we can’t trust and people trust us when we, ourselves, can’t be trusted. It seems it’s our imperfect nature to be unsatisfied with what we have so we escape our realities through illusions and fantasies to make ourselves believe it will make us happier.

    We can’t trust ourselves when our mind likes to play tricks on us.

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    • Romantic Dominant

      February 15, 2013 at 11:05 pm

      Is love a trick, an illusion, something to confuse? Or is it the most wonderful thing? I believe it changes as we change

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  15. silentlyheardonce

    February 15, 2013 at 10:46 pm

    I think we can’t trust love. That’s the fickle one.

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  16. UJaY

    February 16, 2013 at 2:34 pm

    A fading white scar on my “black” soul….says a lot , the answer to question posed RD! love is, was & always would be there…the lighted up substratum. the black buds in constant cycle of emergence & burial repeats ..it has to, for its the extension of eternal survival, of life, of love, of cosmos, of pure whiteness core inside black souls. just my thoughts on ur beautiful poetry!

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    • Romantic Dominant

      February 16, 2013 at 3:10 pm

      And very lovely thoughts they are too.
      Love and beauty. And yes, a constant cycle.

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  17. carolinejuliette

    February 16, 2013 at 6:45 pm

    I think that we are constantly changing and growing sometimes love adapts, sometimes we are left heart broken.

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  18. janineyork

    February 20, 2013 at 6:17 am

    Maybe it is that we are moving toward a new love, one we will know that we can trust. Maybe we needed all of the lovers that came before to make us appreciate the depth and rarity of this new trust and love. The kind of love that will abolish fickle. Maybe?

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    • Romantic Dominant

      February 20, 2013 at 8:44 am

      It is a lovely maybe. We can only hope – and continue to love

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  19. Jessica

    February 20, 2013 at 11:09 pm

    How we can all relate to love and love lost.

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    • Romantic Dominant

      February 20, 2013 at 11:10 pm

      A universal joy and pain. And yet each time it is uniquely ours.
      Thanks for reading and commenting

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      • Jessica

        February 20, 2013 at 11:12 pm

        True. And thanks to you for the same. I’ll be back.

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