oh, if you would call my name oh, if you would sell your soul to watch me smoke or laugh at jokes or meet your goal... oh, my heart would surely melt oh, adored i've never felt by you at times your ego mine your smile's line... whisper it upon my skin wash away my years in sin polished gold upon my soul made once whole... I invite you not asunder folicles erect in wonder enter here leave your fear on stoops my dear... oh, if you would call my name
Ohhh...Char... That poem is so nice...I can only assume you wrote it?
You know, you're right about hearing all of us saying we want honesty...and I do; otherwise I think there are too many hidden things NOT being said...the old elephant standing in the middle of the room. For you to communicate how you feel effectively, it's important that you temper how you deliver this information (as it seems from your post that it was a bit "forward," which is simply my interpretation of how you wrote what you did). In the same vein, it's important that your H receive this information openly. He may not like it, but it is what it is...and it is progress. Perhaps you can talk to him about some of this? Try and make sure he understands the progress?
Good poem...I hope he responds well to it. hang in there, Char...Such a fine line between honesty & brutality, huh? Be sure to give him some positives to counteract some of the negative reality you are working to improve...
h has been cool tonight no blow ups or downs of any nature which is sweet because i feared the worst and of course, expect the best neither came just coasting, i guess...
