The Divine Feminine.
In the end, ultimately, I understood our mutual naivete, my trust, his arrogance… Exposed us to the caprices of society and rendered us defeated, suddenly alone in separate camps. What will become of us? Will he be brave enough to accept his complicity in a way that is meaningful? In a way that changes him, as it has changed me?
The answer evades me. I wanted to experience somethin’ I didn’t understand. I reached for it and was made a fool by my own childish notions of love. But where was my error?
Was it in the reaching or the wanting? Is this what it is to be an adult? The same exquisite longing of adolescence, but with a burden of constant accountability? No excuse is to be made for your choices for they are yours alone.
I cannot say whether or not I’m grateful for the experience, for the knowledge. The felicity of youth has been ripped from me like skin. And exposed as I am, sore and open as I am… I can feel it shape me into somethin’ new. Hero. Villain.
Grown… from the human ruins of a madman’s love.