You can tell me that you try But you told me as you said goodbye And all those things you couldn’t say You just watched me walk away, again But I was there for you to the end As your lover and your best friend So why’d you cross that line and destroy my life? Please just tell the truth ‘Cause it’s a lot to defend and I can’t understand How I’m still loving you Why can’t you be by yourself? Always needing to be with someone else So uncomfortable in your own skin I didn’t realize that time alone meant time with him So why’d you cross that line and destroy my life? Please just tell the truth ‘Cause it’s a lot to defend and I can’t understand How I’m still loving you We only have one life to get right We had our second chance And yet we fucked it up again So why’d you cross that line and destroy our lives? Please just tell the truth It’s a lot to defend, I can’t understand How I’m still loving you How am I still loving you?
My 2 Cents –
Someone pointed out that the song I shared last week and this one when played together form a story – no matter what order you play them. I felt that and found the story too compelling to not share.
When you imagine a prisoner of war, is this what you imagine?
“Under Your Scars” lyrics Godsmack Lyrics Play “Under Your Scars” on Amazon Music Unlimited (ad) “Under Your Scars”
Do we make sense? I think we do In spite of everything that we’ve been through Oh when you say black and I say white It’s not about who’s wrong as long as it feels right Don’t think those stars won’t align
Under your scars I pray You’re like a shooting star in the rain You’re everything that feels like home to me, yeah Under your scars, I could live inside you time after time If you’d only let me live inside of mine Live inside of mine
Wish you were here right beside me So I could watch you sleep Hold your body closer, breathe you deep And everything feels broken when you’re not next to me Would you still be you if we weren’t we?
Under your scars I pray You’re like a shooting star in the rain You’re everything that feels like home to me, yeah Under your scars, I could live inside you time after time If you’d only let me live inside of mine
So hey, if you feel like coming down If you feel like coming around Just call my name out loud, na, na, na Hey, if you feel like coming down If you feel like coming around Just call my name out loud, na, na, na, hey
Under your scars I pray You’re like a shooting star in the rain You’re everything that feels like home to me, yeah Under your scars, I could live inside you time after time If you’d only let me live inside of mine Live inside of mine
My 2 Cents –
so I think I probably had something witty here…but in trying to get the posts done for the upcoming week I ended up sending it to the ether. However I planned on the song being here for the next week’s Tuesday tunes to reference… so I have to leave the mess up.
I will never Marry…but I came really close once. He was a handsome lad, who truly acted like I was the most beautiful girl he had ever seen. He had dark hair and pretty blue eyes. We had dated for a while when I was in high school. I had gone to a special camp for occupational therapy. He was there and we hit it off. He was so cute, with a little bit of a problem with authority…yeah I know I have a type where men are concerned. Almost all of the men I have actually been attracted to have had that same issue with authority. I left him and the facility. Then a year or so later he and I met again. We hooked up. He asked me to marry him. You know what…at the time I had an awful amount of stars in my eyes where love was concerned. I wanted that damn white picket fence with six children. I wanted happily ever after like the poets speak of. (Says the poet) He made me think I was worth that love.
I was nearly twenty-one. I was an old lady to my mind. Thirty was an impossible dream. I had one child already. My best friend was engaged to a charismatic stoner. We were a group. At the time I thought that the traditional monogamy route was the only way life was. I also was quite deep in the metaphoric closet. I had girlfriends, but I was hiding them and our relationships because I was convinced that being myself was a bad idea. So, I was convinced that I would marry him. We would be together and there would never be a reason why we would not.
Then I walked in on him and my best friend on my couch. Yeah. He apparently had different dreams than I did. I had a one night stand with her fiance as revenge. That was an incredible memorable night. We are still friends, that one night stand and I. The best friend and the husband to be…well I haven’t seen either of them in 26 years now. I left the area and joined Job Corps. I met my boyfriend. He was unlike any guy I had ever dated. Yesterday is the anniversary of the day we met.
He is my best friend. He makes me laugh. He and I will never marry. We don’t want to. He and I had an open relationship from the first. It worked because we were able to be honest with each other. He closed it off when I found someone I could actually have considered getting close to. He realized that he wasn’t able to find anyone else who was even remotely like what he had in me. I still am able to find a girlfriend because there is things that a girl can provide that he cannot. But I have the only man I will ever have. And I am okay with that. (If he was gay the situation would be open there, but he is not.) I had in my youth figured that I needed to marry. I needed to have the house with the three-car garage and white picket fence to be normal. I was so foolish. At forty-seven I have learned a lot. I have carried to term 3 children. I had to give one up for adoption. I miscarried 2. I have found my home. It was not in a building. It was at the side of a man that loves me. It was being Mom to a neurodivergent Girl who thinks I am some kind of hero…and I still am trying to convince her she is mine. It was allowing myself to be me.
I have some definite opinions about Roe vs Wade. This story has a lot of family intonations in it. If I had grown up without the option for an abortion, it would not have mattered to me. I would have not aborted any of the three. However, I miscarried. Twice. Both were emotion killing moments. I wanted both babies. I barely survived having my beautiful neurodivergent girl. The doctors told me if I got pregnant again I would die. I can never carry another child to term. Roe vs Wade means I have the choice. I hate the idea of getting one. I still want that choice. I was raped after my son was born. If I had ended up pregnant I would have wanted that choice. I didn’t report it. I was terrified of the idea. I had told about the sexual abuse I endured as a child. I was told I had lied. Why would anyone believe me if I said that this had happened?
Ending RvW will not stop abortions. It will stop safe abortions. There was abortions before RvW. There were no safe abortions. Women have been choosing to slip pregnacies since the dawn of time. We are supposed to be an advanced society…so why are we discussing this again? It was solved in 1973…
My girl Cyndi has taken a indeterminate break due to health from Coffee House Writers. And Tish apparently did not post this week…So I found a couple of other posts that looked interesting by other friends. I like sharing three of us.
So I was reading various things on tumblr… Just for fun. And the suggestion was made that perhaps Medusa always had the snake hair and scales. This got me thinking of her as a possible antihero… So I did a start. Just a teaser if you will. Let me know what you think. If it is well received I will have to try and finish it.
His hand raised, ready to strike, caused her to look away. After a few moments of no pain, Diana dared to look up at him. He was still in the same place, oddly it looked as though he had not moved at all. The light was poor in their home, still Diana could have sworn he was grey instead of his natural tan skin. After a moment more she dared to reach out to touch him.
Shocked at how cold and solid he was, Diana quickly pulled her hand back. Diana turned to see if she could determine the reason for this change. Standing in the doorway was the most beautiful person she had ever laid eyes upon. Long legs covered by an iridescent sheen. A leather skirt that barely covered to her knees. The stranger had a sword, and a dagger hanging from her waist, giving an even more aggressive feel to the lean, muscular frame. The stranger had all the curves that men seemed to want, and none of the modesty that ladies are expected to have. Her large bust was loosely covered by a leather wrap that quite matched the skirt she was wearing. The doorway was too dark to make out the features of the face, but Diana was easily able to see the hair.
At Diana’s startled gasp, Medusa softly whispered. “ Do not fear. I will not harm you. I only am here to rescue you. Gather your things! I will take you somewhere that is safe so you can live freely.” Her snakes were slithering around her face and head slowly as she spoke.
I have been working on a story for a few years now. i have the first chapter and am working on chapter 2. i would love comments and or suggestions. I am at a hard spot, having a bit of writer’s block. i know how i want the story to go, but no clue as to how i will get it there…one step at a time i guess. at the very least i hope those who read it will enjoy what i have so far. The story is under the cut….
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