Open scars in the place of open arms, thou art
suffocating me. Let go of the rope and reduce the weight of the guillotine. I
would blame you for everything but who should we kid? I am the one who let go
first, and found you drowning when I came back to save you. I was the first to
throw the stone and the harsh words. I would say I am broken but you are
shattered. I would say I am bruised but you sure are disintegrating. I am a prisoner,
but who is my jailer, guilt or jealousy? If I had said yes when I should, would
we have drifted away like an unanchored raft in open waters? If only you had
told me that all I had to do was ask, then maybe I wouldn’t have waited till my
feelings were stale. I would have held on longer, if you never called me your
friend. I would have been there every day if you never said I was like a big
brother to you. I am trying to write you this but my lonely tears just don’t
seem to understand. I would have fought for you, but I, your friend would have
been left sinking in the swamp when Romeo came with his horse. Look deep in my
eyes and read the pain. Do you know what it means to love in silence and fear?
Do you know the pain of nursing a heart that you never broke in the first
place? I would have given anything for you, but you were to leave, to fly away
as soon as your wings grew. If I loved you too much, tell me who would love my
Juliet when she came? I am sorry friend, but I got tired of holding on to vain hope.
I got tired of tears every night and forced smiles when you handed me to the
broken heart bit by bit. Though we are broken, I know Romeo shall turn the
corners soon and off to the castle you’ll be. I don’t want to cry when you are
gone. Let me go to the grass first, and seek me one of my own, so when you
gallop off I shall not run after you shedding rivers and streams. I have had to
learn, that though I loved you much, I wasn’t supposed to forget myself. I have
had to see, that I had leaned so heavily on a thin sapling, one that would have
broken and let me dash my head against stones. I hope you understand that I had
to walk away not because love had run out, simply because the path got too
rough and the burden too heavy.
If we must die If we must die, let it not be like cows in the slaughter, walking willingly into the bloodbaths, too meek to resist and too trusting to argue. Let us die like buffaloes in a lion chase or ants in a midday march. Let us die like termites in search of freedom in a hostile world. If we must die, let it not be like birds caught in storm or a deer by a hunter’s spear. Let it not be like foxes caught in traps or flies landing on fire. If we must die, let our death not be told to those with faint hearts and loud wails. Let it not be known by those women who know not to keep their mouth shut. Let it not be told to those frail and on the brink lest they tilt over. If we must die, let the news be hushed and kept silent. Let everyone be told that we refused to be vanquished, that the flame refused to be extinguished. Let them be told that it is not graves but a mound full of seeds and flowers. Lord, if we must die, let us waft out into your presence like sacred incense. Send a ch
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