Victim “who”

I was never a victim when I was giving 
I was never a victim when I was purging your crap 
I was never a victim when I was not taking, asking, not even for what was rightly mine
I was never a victim when I was quiet or unresponsive to your touch; but mostly to those spiteful word playing  games that could make me bend, break & shrivel with sadness

That sadness my Love was yours, not mine…
And YOU my darling misunderstood my lack of response for weakness!

I have lve in my heart to keep my soul a tick tocking

I still don’t know enough about the worldly ways, I fall, I hurt, I cry as I learn to do, to be …
I am getting out from under the rock to feel the sun on my skin & since I have promised myself to Live I will do so to the fullest & so I must harmonize with the “Laws of the Jungle” as well as stay tuned in with the “Laws of the Love”


So now you’re trying to redeem yourself for all those years of arrogance; pretending to be “The Victim” instead. You’ll always win of course & I will let you sweetheart because it’s easier that way for me! But now “your honey sweet words” are like “pouring water on a ducks back” even as you hold big banners & make big announcements about yourself …

QUOTE “I’m helping you more than ever by bending over backwards” 

Oh no sweet love, it doesn’t work any more nor does it erase the past 
You must live with who you are...

What goes around comes around sadly & I walked out of  Your Half  Unpainted Red Front Door  never to return, not now, not even to finish painting that front door or the inside walls I left half done...