Nine Lives

I called her crying. She's seen me through heaven and hell. Alive and dead. I could not grasp my breath so smoothly nor the fact that it was over. It is always over. I felt like I died again. This too familiar feeling, oh how I must be reborn. There is always an end. The saying "It's not meant to be," is false. It is meant to be, as is everything with an end. I've learned this through a few bitter sweet and lovefilled endings.The pain, how it aches, the hurt trembled with every spoken word that evening. The definition of soul mate in a plural form, from her mouth to my ears was new to me, was true to me. Like the cat I am. I loved him, every piece of his broken heart. As did I love him, enough to travel the seas to meet his touch. I love him, so dear I gave him a piece of my soul. And I love him for loving me. I loved him for teaching me to be real, authentic. As I also loved him for giving me hope to love again. I loved them all for many reasons. Reasons that have led me here to love him for simply loving me. The blood has dripped through my sliced skin and soft bruises, the tears have flowed like the wine in my glass and I still breathe with a steady beat. I have felt and I feel again, the bliss warms every inch of my body and soul as I have danced to the moonlight in romance. I'm blessed to love and to have loved than those who fear to never love at all.

Los Angeles, CA