BEHIND Closed Doors

                       

There  was a time  when a man  like him didn’t  speak  to  a women  like  her, but  I guess you  could compare  it to a point of time in history where  men  and women  knew how  to  stay faithful  to one another, without  all the complications  of  another  man  kissing  on his  wife  and  her  EXCUSE  would be that her  husband  was never there for her  emotionally

 Or  when  a  women was left at her bed side   because  she  had  just  found out the man  she once  LOVED  was  having  an  affair  with one  of  her  closes friends, which  now  pregnant  with  their THIRD  child , praying  that when  she  found  out about  the  other women ,  that he would tell her that’s all she is  “the other women”, 

So now they are  left  with the choice  to talk  it out  for  the sake of  the 4 kids  they share or she   leave  him  where  she first  found him,  in  the  closet with  his  drink in one  hand, a  pack  of “ Smokes” in the other,  and the excuse he would use  was  that   she  didn’t  love him  enough, or  she  was  too  busy  being self-centered,  even  though  she  maintained  the  cooking and  cleaning,  taking  care  of  their  kids while also  maintaining  two  jobs  because her  husband could  not  even  keep one,

  Well  now  they  are   both left  in  the  middle  of  the  living room  just  staring at  each other  hoping   one  of  them  will break the silence because  silence kills, hoping one  or  the  other will explain their actions , because I mean  that’s  what its all about they  want at  the end  of  the day right  Hope, a prayer that It  can be fixed,

  It seems to  never  happen,  because what  they  don’t  realize is they  are both  fighting  for the  same  thing,  a question only boundaries can  clarify, so the both  of  them  just continue to stand  in the middle of the room unable  to see the  objective of  their   subjective issues,  they  are  so  busy  fighting   in  their  minds  that  they  can’t   even  start  to  constipate  on  the  idea   of  going  back   to  what  a  real  marriage  is   back to when  there  was such  thing as  COMMUNCATION , 

She   moves her   foot   hoping  he  moves  his  lips  and  words come spilling   out,  he  blinks  his  eyes  praying  she  makes  the  first  move   because  he  doesn’t  know  what  to  say to  her , he  cries  silently   inside as  she  yells  outside  her  head  but  inside her intentions grow because she wants him to hear her point and he knows she speaking clear enough,

So now what they have reduced themselves to  this silent war the both them  afraid  to  take  Physical Action, so the  take  turns  walking away silently careful not  to take  a step to  loud that would force one or  the  other  to turn around , so  they turn  away from  each other, to  sleep in different beds  since that’s seems to be the only  thing they can  agree on for  tonight.

LOVE what does that feeling mean anymore the  one  verb  people  tend  to  overlooked, symbolically it  used  to  mean UNBREAKABLE , a  word   that  now  has no  meaning  its  thrown around  like a TOY in the need of  batteries

 A  BOND   between  the ones daring to show affection ,but  now  it’s  just an action  that  everyone  is to scare to  show  rightly  anymore,  nonsense is the correct term,  so now  we  are  face  to face with  the  big  lime  green  elephant  in the room  running  away  like  its  being chanced around  by  mouse  careful  not  to  get  it  stuck  in its  trunk, starting new issues to avoid the current ones,  enjoying  pleasant conversations  in front of people, because we all know if  really think about it the picture  you  paint in front of people is  what they will always assume  happens Behind Closed Doors.

 

 

-Passion_Unique

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