You Hurt My Feelings...

You Hurt My Feelings...

When I first met you
You told me you really liked me
I thought you were nice
The innocent look in your eyes
Made me realize I like you too

That night, you told me you really liked me
We liked each other and that made me happy, truly
What a wonderful beginning! I thought

It may be too good to be true
And it was

I have been waiting for your email, or call, or text message all day long
Yesterday and today
But I haven't heard anything from you
Nothing...
Nothing...
Nothing...

You hurt my feelings
I didn't know what to do
I have been feeling blue
I thought maybe you are just another player in the big pond of players

My heart felt the little pain
I wanted to cry but no tears
I don't know what happened to you
Or you may have changed your mind
Or you may...
Or you may...
Or you may...

I am feeling hurt, but you don't know
Cause I will not show
These feelings I hide

If you only knew how I feel
If you only knew what I think
I am scared to be wounded again
I am scared to be hurt again
I am scared...

I want you to know
You hurt my feelings
And made me feeling blue
I won't feel the hurt if I don't care

I want to know why
I want to know the truth
You cannot hurt me anymore
I am going to contact you and find out why...

Dance With Me

Dance With Me

I have sent you my invitation, the note inscribed on the palm of my hand by the fire of living. Don't jump up and shout, "Yes, this is what I want! Let's do it!" Just stand up quietly and dance with me.

Show me how you follow your deepest desires, spiralling down into the ache within the ache. And I will show you how I reach inward and open outward to feel the kiss of the Mystery, sweet lips on my own, everyday.

Don't tell me you want to hold the whole world in your heart. Show me how you turn away from making another wrong without abandoning yourself when you are hurt and afraid of being unloved.

Tell me a story of who you are, And see who I am in the stories I am living. And together we will remember that each of us always has a choice.

Don't tell me how wonderful things will be . . . some day. Show me you can risk being completely at peace, truly OK with the way things are right now in this moment, and again in the next and the next and the next. . .

I have heard enough warrior stories of heroic daring. Tell me how you crumble when you hit the wall, the place you cannot go beyond by the strength of your own will. What carries you to the other side of that wall, to the fragile beauty of your own humanness?

And after we have shown each other how we have set and kept the clear, healthy boundaries that help us live side by side with each other, let us risk remembering that we never stop silently loving those we once loved out loud.

Take me to the places on the earth that teach you how to dance, the places where you can risk letting the world break your heart. And I will take you to the places where the earth beneath my feet and the stars overhead make my heart whole again and again.

Show me how you take care of business without letting business determine who you are. When the children are fed but still the voices within and around us shout that soul's desires have too high a price, let us remind each other that it is never about the money.

Show me how you offer to your people and the world the stories and the songs you want our children's children to remember, and I will show you how I struggle not to change the world, but to love it.

Sit beside me in long moments of shared solitude, knowing both our absolute aloneness and our undeniable belonging. Dance with me in the silence and in the sound of small daily words, holding neither against me at the end of the day.

And when the sound of all the declarations of our sincerest intentions has died away on the wind, dance with me in the infinite pause before the next great inhale of the breath that is breathing us all into being, not filling the emptiness from the outside or from within.

Say, "Yes!" Just take my hand and dance with me.

How Do I Love Thee

How do I love thee

How do I love thee?
Let me count the ways…
With a heart for every love story,
A heart for every shape and form,
A heart for each song,
And even one for broken dreams...

The Furthest Distance In The World

The Furthest Distance In The World

The furthest distance in the world
is not between life and death
but when I stand in front of you
yet you don't know that
I love you

The furthest distance in the world
is not when I stand in front of you
yet you can't see my love
but when undoubtly knowing the love from both
yet cannot be together

The furthest distance in the world
is not being apart while being in love
but when I plainly cannot resist the yearning
yet pretending you have never been in my heart

The furthest distance in the world
is not struggling against the tides
but using one's indifferent heart
to dig an uncrossable river
for the one who loves you