Her.... the One I attached myself to. The One I desired beyond all others. The One who beguiled me with long stares and intensity. The One who awoke in me something I knew existed but had never fully experienced. Her beautiful body. Her beautiful voice. Her moods.
Her.
Her.
Her.
I've never grieved Her. I transferred all of my love and devotion to Him. And did it so without hesitation. Because why wouldn't I? I adored Her. I loved Her. I wanted to marry myself to Her, body mind and soul. What wouldn't I do for Her? Everything. I would give anything to and for Her.
Even if She was a He. Even if She loved another. Even if she married another. I would always, always, always be devoted to Her. That is what I promised in my heart when I proposed. When I tied myself to Her.
And when I couldn't have Her.... what did my body mind and soul mean anymore? Nothing. Nothing mattered anymore... I could satiate my body with whomever. Destroy it even. Because without Her, life became a long night of hedonistic self destructive limbo. Very much Florence and the Machine Cosmic Love. I was in the dark and searching desperately for reunion. I convinced myself for years that if I was "fine" then She / He would realize the mistake and right the wrong. Come back to me, save me even.
I convinced myself for years that if I pursued the males of the world that I would be desirable enough. If I made enough money. If I was cute enough. Crafty enough. Goth enough. Sane enough. Together enough. Well versed in music enough. Intense enough but not too much.
When He severed Her breasts, I fucking cried. I cried for ages. I mourned for years.
When She aligned with another woman mere days after the big fight and lied to me that she loved her, got a tattoo with her name on her body, asked me for opinions on engagement rings, I convinced myself I deserved it. It must be my fault because I was so unlovable. I marked my body in sacrifice in the presence of the woman who told me. When she laid with me and told me what the other one tasted like as pillow talk, I deserved it. Because I wasn't good enough. When I begged for reprieve, even said "You've got to let me get over you" and she didn't listen, I believed it was because she loved me. Got a job at my place of employment and said to me it was so She could be near me but lied to everyone else.... Loved me in the way only a decrepit demon like me deserved. Danced with the new one and mouthed this James song is for you. The James Song. How fucking dare you. How cruel.
I spent years avoiding emotional intimacy. Years pursuing shallow and disgusting connections to abhor my own body. Because if I could lose the love of my life, what salvation remained for me? Let me prostitute myself in the name of lost love. Let me prove to you how much I love you, I will even lie with men again to prove it. Because as He said, He was never a woman always a man. Let me lose my own life even because what does it matter? She / He doesn't love me. Nothing matters.
Not a waste. I have thought that before. I am healing from this.
Rather a reminder of how powerful my love and devotion really are. Body, Mind and Soul. I will give it all but let's embrace discernment this time. Because when I meet HER this time, I will be able to say with my whole heart that I choose you. And I choose you because I've met my own Darkness and seen the Void. I've come out the other side and know myself fully in both Light and Shadow. My body bears the scars but my heart is pure and clear.
He still lives in the world but I don't know Him. I don't want to know Him because the one I wanted has died. And the way I was treated proves that was never actually love. Love doesn't feel like that. Whatever that was, it wasn't love. It was something twisted and unkind. Love feels uplifting and good and brings you to a place of light and wholeness. I felt like shit for years in His eyes.
I never grieved Her but she died a long time ago. When something fully dies, we need to mourn it but we don't resurrect it and we don't linger at the graveside. I've never been much a fan of graves. I think it's better to let things burn into the wind. Let it carry those ashes onward and away.
This one gets no songs because I spent years attaching music to Her / Him and releasing those from my library and mind is liberation.
But actually, it does get a song. A song for me. One that raises my vibration in such a happy lovely way so let's lead with that. I am so happy these days because my life is my own and whatever I choose to do it is because I want to. Because I choose my life every day and the other ones have no influence on it anymore. My beautiful friends, my beautiful choices....ALL MINE. And all the lovely ones that live inside me in various states of healing, the unloved, abused, lonely ones, they have a Home inside me and their voices matter. I will listen and take care of them forever, body mind and soul.