Anonymous
This weeks Friends of Jared guest blog post is a first: My guest has chosen to remain anonymous! Enjoy these two pieces written by an anonymous friend of mine.
I Do
Maybe the melody of my house is the same as many in this world
Crescendoing yet mumbled accusations behind closed doors
The breaking sound of distrust and strife
The sing-song cliche problems of husband and wife
Your love for eachother is real you say
Yet I am confused by it again another day
Because – how can your muffled discrepancies happen every night behind that door
However, love making and tender caressing be joined just as before
Before when everything and everyone else in this world was invisible
Before the weight of change bore heavy on your shoulders
You two are each other’s wish and fear
Year after year you pour meaningless conversation into each other’s ears
What happened to laughter over Saturday Night Live
What about becoming better at loving and life
Instead you two seem to try and become better at fights
Choosing the act of flight
Flying away from what you feel is the problem
But forgive me for being harsh
The problem is inside yourself
You can only ever fix your single heart
Never the other persons
Start somewhere but please stop starting it here
You beg me to lend an ear
How long do you really want me to hear
Do you realize it’s not even freeing each of you from the other
It is dragging you down
Pressuring you to continue to want to fight
To hate
Love is powerful
But if what you two display is power
Then it scares me from ever falling in love
Regardless of these shared tears, passing years, and heartfelt fears
I love you both
Really
…
“I do”
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I feel completely naked when I see this picture
Raw
Vulnerable
Entirely aware of the guilt I feel
Truly upset with the pain this bed will and has caused
For more than just the owner of this window view
The owner of the pillow that has my hair on it
Though my presence on this bed was enchanting
I will not say it to be false love
Or pointless love making
I do fear those memories to never disappear
It proves in a very allegorical way that a part of you is left behind with every person you invest in
This picture is completely sacred to me
It is harsh reality
Painful beauty
I am always leaving a part of me behind
Eventually there will be none of me left
And I hope I won’t be dispersed among countless beds
I hope to find one bed to share
And one person to wake up and see my random strands of hair on the pillow beside them
Maybe I am silly to care.
However…
Dear owner of this window view
I am sorry for what I did to you