It’s dark in my heart
It’s cold in my heart
It’s tight in my heart
There’s no room
All the wounds have made it shrink
Shrink so tight
I don’t think there’s room for love
I don’t think I’ll love again
Because my heart was torn out
It was squeezed so tightly
It dried and shrivelled when he took it
And tried to break it in half
But my heart is made of some kind of rubber
But it is bruised and beyond recover
Will I ever love again?
Will my heart ever mend?
Maybe if life’s clown watered my heart it will beat again?
Maybe if I found someone it will love again…
But I don’t know
Coming from that horrible place again, from 2004 – seriously for four years I couldn’t see myself in a relationship with a man again, not a normal one and to be honest, I know it sounds weird – but going into the BDSM lifestyle actually helped me recover a lot!
I owe my ability to love and trust again due to the guys I met during that time!
But I love cautiously and when I can sniff bad memories resurfacing in someone new, I can be abrupt with them. Be warned!
I don’t ever want to be in the place again.
The only thing I have ever truly wanted in my life was to be loved and cherished without any indication that the feelings are fake from the other person – a genuine person who loves me for who I am. Someone who likes snuggles from time to time, someone who cares enough to ask how I think and feel about things – someone I can trust enough to love back and when I love, I love deeply and I am a nurturer – I live to nurture others.
I know a lot of guys have got a problem with the nurturing type – “hey, I am not your baby” kind of thing – but I can’t help it, I show my love by hugging, talking a lot and asking how you are, do you want to talk about things? Get things off your chest, unburden yourself by being open with me… but people I’ve experienced don’t like that kind of thing and I sit back and wonder – well then… what is love?
To me love is where you can be totally yourself with the person you are with, without the fear of being judged and criticised – yes constructive criticism is good a little conflict is healthy, but you know what I mean right? You don’t actually want those criticisms to hurt the person you love, just guide them gently… yes? Hey you really should think about so and so, it’s not healthy to do so and so… that’s gentle – not words like hey stop scarfing all the pizza or you’re gonna get fatter gordita and if that happens I’ll dump you!
To me past is past, I don’t like bad past being bought up as a weapon when in relationships – to me that’s love, love contains forgiveness and if you forgive someone in one moment and then weeks later remind them of their failure a few weeks back, you haven’t truly forgiven them!
But that’s me.
Yes, OK, some of my poems seem like I haven’t let go of my past, but sometimes as stupid as it sounds it’s OK to relive those places if you are a creative person, because creativity is more appreciated when it comes from a place of authenticity – when you know the writer has experienced that, you know they know what they are on about… you get me?
This is why, when I was in college a few years back I did so well in drama classes, because I can make myself relieve those memories so authentically, that I can bring myself back to the place I need to be when acting. But I had no support back then about going into theatre like I was cajoled into doing by my college friends, outside of college.
Except of course my oldest brother, he did try to encourage that, but when you have a mother who tells you, you’re not doing that and won’t let me go out to do it, what can I do?
My brother took me to the theatre once a month over a four year period, I enjoyed it a lot and I miss it a lot since moving in with Paul. I made friends at the theatre and they asked me to join them behind the scenes and learn about it, when they knew I did drama as a side subject in college – but I told them I couldn’t do that, because my mother would have a problem with it.
In fact, most of my life before I moved in with Paul, my mother was bought up a lot socially – because she had such tight control over my life. I couldn’t even say, yeah, sure I’ll go to the pub and have lunch with you at lunch break to my colleagues – because my mum had set me a packed lunch and if that wasn’t eaten she’d be furious, but that’s not all – she’d sometimes sit in her car outside my place of work anticipating things like this might happen.
I know it sounds unbelievable, but really, she was that controlling!
But anyway – she is out of my life now and I have friends who know about my past, the drama classes and they know that my son goes to the performing arts school up here and they are trying to talk me into approaching the Rugby Theatre, even if it’s just helping to make props – just to get me out a bit more, now I am getting a little better again.
I don’t want to act though, not now, I am not body confident. But prop making would be fun!
Henry is getting into the idea of acting a lot now, because he is interested in playing in Matilda. The school is helping him a lot with that and recently an actress has seen Henry and has suggested, depending on Henry’s audition next year, that she may actually sponsor Henry for outside of school drama classes to help him along as she runs a charity for underprivileged children who is interested in the craft.
Henry also wanted to be a child model, but Paul won’t support that as he is afraid it will interfere with his schooling.
Henry is very upset about that, because Henry wants to work ASAP and he keeps asking – he knows I will support him, but he also knows I won’t do anything behind Paul’s back.
Thanks for reading…