When you long ago invited the painter into your bed you had no idea that it would lead to me, did you? And now we are all changed forever. And I bet you thought it was just going to be another hot fuck. And I bet it was. But as I have learned through painful experience and false starts and dashed hopes and cursed fucking expectations… actions have consequences, often ones we never see coming.
And I just wonder, “What did you expect? Did you think you could overlook the beauty and gift that God had already given you with the poet, forever? That he would never see the light? That the poet would just stop growing and hoping? That you could dismiss him and not appreciate his devotion, forever?”
Yes, he deserves songs to be written about him and gardens of flowers given to him, daily! He should be kissed and listened to and fawned over and held tenderly and treated like the rare bird or gilded crown that he is. And I saw it instantly.
And I know I have overlooked and taken for granted people in my own life before. And I paid dearly for it. But, all that bullshit I put them through and ultimately, myself through, lead me to this. To him. And I am grateful God knows the whys and hows long before I did and do. And I swear I pray the same for you. All the love and peace and happiness I ever prayed for myself I pray that for you.
Written long before I ever breathed a breath in this life, I shared my life with him. Our souls dance with Karma. And you had no idea.