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Friday, September 2

Burnt




It started out as something plain. Then what was plain turned to something more complex. The one who started the flicker of fire has flowery words. I was ensnared, and the dalliance went on. What I thought was just harmless, apparently wreaked havoc. Then, it hit me. I have inflicted hurt (60% mindful, 40% unknowingly). There were prying eyes, yes, and I have been warned. Truth is, one of the prying eyes turned out to be the “direct hit”, the victim.

***

It seemed just like just one of those calls, although, with this one, I sensed the caller’s urgency. The caller was discreet in making the conversation flow from one topic to another. Then, the caller went straight to the main reason of the call. That’s when the caller revealed, that he was, indeed, the victim.

This is it—the dreaded confrontation. The accumulated flickers of fire I toyed with, inevitably, set me ablaze, and burnt me.

Fight or flight?

Neither.

I apologized, and asked for forgiveness.

***

This was not the confrontation that I was expecting, though. I was expecting a confrontation with someone else. Someone I was close to; who I considered as family. This is the longest that I haven’t heard from that person, and it pains me. I hope that a few days of being quiet towards me would not turn into a silence of a hundred years.

To you:

Hurl me with the sharpest of spears and shoot me with the most poisonous of arrows, and I tell you, I will take it, all of it; and endure it if I must. Rally an army against me, I do not care. For they know not of what really transpired and how really hurt each of us is. Bring not the war to an inhabited forest full of gossip-mongers. Instead, let the battleground be in the middle of a desert, where an oasis is nearby. So that only the two of us could battle in a duel, and whoever wins would not end the life of the other. Instead, he would let him take a drink from the oasis, allow him to clean his wounds, and shake his hand after, like how a true warrior should treat an opponent. (I guess no one really wins… But things have to be sorted, straightened out, and settled)

The silence that you kept and the war that you waged have to stop.



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And I just want you to know, that after all that’s said and done, it still doesn’t change the fact that I miss you… Badly… And I still want us to be friends.








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7 comments:

Mugen said...

Take it from me. Deep friendship takes time to grow. If the bond is meant to last a lifetime, let the days and years be its jury.

Hoobert the Awesome said...

BRAVOOO!

Wow. This is really a quality post. Good job. Though talagang nahirapan ako sa pagbabasa. Bakit? English kasi. LMAO.

Have a nice day! Ciao!

Kane said...

Alas, life doesn't always turn out the way we want. Sometimes, the battle ends in bridges burnt.

And the only thing we can do is hope. And learn from our mistakes. If not... well...

Kane

RoNRoNTuRoN said...

awwww....fwend! hope maging ok na kau... and as you said, friends again... :D

Nate said...

@kuya joms: thanks! and i'll keep that in mind

@hoobert: welcome to my blog, and thanks for leaving a comment..

@kane: true, things don't usually turn out how we want it.. but, hopefully, with this one, the bridge would still be passable..

and yes, lessons were learned the hard way..

@ronron: fwend! huhu.. :( yah.. i hope so too.. :)

The Gooseberry Garden said...

amazing blog..refreshing words..


Greetings: Glad to visit your poetry island to enjoy your talented writing today.

Hope all is well….

We are celebrating one year anniversary, wish to invite you to join us today, first time participants are encouraged to share 1 to 3 random poems or Haikus with us today,

Hope to see you in!

You Deserve The Best!

Bless your Tuesday!

xoxox

Nate said...

@The Gooseberry Garden: thank you for your kind words! I really appreciate it! :)

thank you, also, for inviting me to share my poems for your blog anniversary..

Happy 1st Blog Anniversary, Jingle Poets Community!!

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