It’s been a year.
An Entire Year Has Past Since We Met, Crossed Paths, Saved Eachothers Souls
It was a rainy Tuesday night. I just finished my Teacher Conferences and I didn’t want to drive home alone.
It had been ages since I had been young, finding a local pub, making connections.
I got in my Ex-Husband’s Truck and drove. I found myself at Lakeview Grille. An Establishment I had visited before, but never Solo.
I walked in, reminding myself, of who I once was.
The Bartender, Mary, extremely friendly. The Owner had remembered me from my few past visits. It was a bit Upscale for my taste, but the ambience and cold drink were good.
I’m a people watcher. I’m fascinated by life, why we exist, how a man and woman (or same gender) find eachother. *It’s the Russian within me. We seek romance with deep tragedy.
I look over at one of the many flat-screen televisions mounted above, and I see you.
One of my kind. (Thank you INXS).
Latino. Jet black hair, deep brown eyes, beautiful caramel skin, and that smile.
You smiled at me. I returned your smile. Then you were gone. Off with some blonde.
Oh well. On to the next one. Always my Motto.
I was unaware that you were apart of the Establishment, and little did I know, our paths would cross again.
A week later, same situation. This time you sit next to me. You introduce yourself as ‘Omar,’ you’re Saudi. And your Family is in the Oil Business.
So, I spoke in Arabic and you almost lost your entire Blue Moon to the mahogany bar top.
I said, ‘Try Again.’
You laughed that infamous laugh and told me your Truth.
But, in those moments of our beginning, you made it clear, you did not date White Women as I had a Boyfriend back in Colombia. *(Of course, you asked if he was a Drug Lord. And my epic reply: ‘Out of all the Colombians I’ve ever dated, not one has been a Narco.’ Your Response: ‘Sweet Jesus.’ A catchphrase I grew accustomed to. *The Blonde from before was just a friend. And you would soon know that my Relationship was wretched.
We were then set free.
Me, Corona Light
You, Blue Moon
Me, rapping Cypress Hill as you almost fell from your leather highback.
Your Blonde reappeared to pick you up as she snarled at me, I smiled and said Hi. You left with every intention of us becoming Best Friends. An upsoken legacy. Our Friendship lasting until your Death.
Today, Is your Death Anniversary.
It’s still unreal and sureal to me. How? Why? I’ll never forget how you were that week before. The last time I saw you, September 4. Our usual Sunday Night (Except when the Truck broke down). Something was wrong. I knew. We spoke every single day. When I was sick, then my Job went on Hiatus, you were there. Parties, Bands, Local Dives, Late Night Movies. You told me everything, your demons, pain. You knew I would always be your Best Friend. I met your Son (An occasion you kept from me for seven months). Why didn’t you ask me for help?
5 Days later, you’re gone. Forever. I cannot accept nor live with it.
As I lie here sick with Dysautonomia and Stress, I can hear your laugh. I am restricted from driving once again, but I have not visited one place that was ours since your Death. Lake Holiday, Casa Santiago, Millhurst, Legends, and most importantly, Lakeview Grille. When I went to our Jewel, people asked “where were you,” that was enough for me to never step foot on our grounds. Having to explain your Best Friend took his own life is something I never imagined as apart of my own suicide survival(s).
I never wanted much before
Never complained about the pain Only want my life back I just need to remember A little piece of my Soul Or I forget I’m alive
Now I don’t even know if I want to stay Awake when it came crashing down Now I’m alone in this body It’s too late I’m a woman of a lesser God I’m in flames
I don’t have another life Don’t remember how to stay here I’m let down, abandoned I know this part well I wish it wasn’t this hard
But, I was burned before Dysautonomia
This is how I show my Disabilities
I don’t know how to ask for help
I blame it on my nuclear existence
This is how I show my Hardwork
I don’t know how to be a whore
I blame it on my morals
This is how I show my Pain
I don’t know how to be open
I blame it on all my trauma.
So, I Will Leave Soon Through The Jungle Hopefully To Return A Different Breed, A Woman Who Is No Longer Red. But, Green.
A Woman With No Patience. Instead, Emptiness, Mean.
A Woman With No Suffering. Instead, Cured By All The RXs And Her Dreams.
My Heart, completely black, empty
his pain has caused my fire to dim
I walk against the wind
in the shadows
There is no end
I trust no one.
Why should I feel this?
YOU abandoned me. (twice)
When you are brought forth, stranded, broken, To explain your choice, a second class one at that, You will be the living proof of pain.
And when your swollen heart is cut, teased, manipulated, you will learn what it feels like to truly suffer.
I have enough evidence to crush your world and the lies you fill it with. You are not a victim and everyone is aware of your false hope, love you give.
One day, when you remember me, I will never be there to take that call, as I smile and say to myself you are the meaning of Hell.
*Your lies will catch up with you.
And all the sorrow you have caused others will be the end of your narcissistic empire.
Something Occurred this cold autumn’s twilight. The truth splattered all over my bedroom walls like the woman I pretend to be.
Candlelight flickered as the nightmare became what is enhanced reality, the confessions of a thousand years. Waiting.
I Know I’m Going To Shake Up The Lines
But, I’m Free To Chose
Tears Were In My Eyes For Too Long
Abandonment, Marriage, Death
What I Was Left With.
Now, It’s My Turn To Taste The Broken Rules,
The Views Of Their Atrocities
Just As They Feel The Majority Hearts Should be Crushed.
Thank You. I have become a league of superior over their lies. I no longer want to talk. My heart is now a black hurricane.
And I will never stop. My Pain runs too deep.
After Everything, It’s Time.
I’m Here To Stand And Smash All The Lies And Give The Truth.
No More Tears
Eyes Are Wide Awake
This Writer In All Gears
Telling All You Narcissists, Manipulators,
How You Need A Divine Intervention.
Your Choice To Steal Love, Empathy, Hypnotize The Sick,
Is Just To Hide Your Weak Souls, And Darkness Pouring From The Space Where You Hearts Belong Is Soon To End.
You Cannot Be A Friend, A Colleague, A Spouse Without Your Demons Drowning The Ones Who Love You The Most.
Your Existence Is Wretched. But One Day, You Will Run Out Of Power, Control And Karma Will Identify Your Cause Of Destruction. It Will Give You A Soul Made Of Only Memories Of Your Conscious Behavior, And Your Time Left Will Be Lived Alone, Only With Your Own Reflection Listening.
Is It Truly Four Weeks Since You’ve Been Gone?
How Could You Leave Me?
I Needed You Today.
I Had To Travel To Northshore This Ante Meridian.
You Knew How Much Sorrow That Brought My Soul.
You Were Aware Of The Burden I Carried Without Ever Asking Me.
You Knew Dysautonomia Has Ruined My Life.
Your Melancholy For My Pain Was Touching.
You’re Gone Now And I Carry The Burden.
I Am Making The Decision To See You Tomorrow.
Things Were Left Unsaid Between Us, Our Friendship, Feelings. I Will Tell You Tomorrow What I Have Left Inside, The Memories, Then I Must Say Goodbye. This Will Be My Only Visit. Ever. The Way You Left Is Devastation. Your Parents, Jr., Karina, And Most Importantly, Joshua, Are All In Permanent Mourning. You Left So Many In Darkness. I Weep For You, The Nights We Should Be Together. Maybe It’s My Reality Shattered From Reasoning, My Own Remorse, Pain. I Was Supposed To Have Died Eighteen Years Ago. But, It Would Become My Personal Hell Of Outliving Suicide. I Was Seventeen. Eighteenth Years Later And Three Attempts, You Commit Suicide. Twenty Six Years Old And A Father. My Remorse Is Dislocating. I Have To Fade From You, But I Will Forever Miss You, And Always Love You. Vaellaz, You Were My Best Friend, My Companion, My Light In My Destruction. Come Home.
Te extraño. Los días son difíciles, pensando en lo que has hecho. Todas las personas dejaron atrás. Tomaron tu ojos. Esto es algo que no puedo vivir. Usted debe estar aquí. Descansa en paz.