And then there was a bang at the door...

Inspired by true events. Or did I make them up inside my head. An internal battle I fight everyday. There is no better way to start my day than reciting my favorite poem. A work of art by Sylvia Plath, "A Mad Girls Love Song":

I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead;
I lift my lids and all is born again.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)
The stars go waltzing out in blue and red,
And arbitrary blackness gallops in:
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.
I dreamed that you bewitched me into bed
And sung me moon-struck, kissed me quite insane.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)
God topples from the sky, hell's fires fade:
Exit seraphim and Satan's men:
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.
I fancied you'd return the way you said,
But I grow old and I forget your name.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)
I should have loved a thunderbird instead;
At least when spring comes they roar back again.
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)

Time and time again I am reminded that he broke my heart to save his own. Maybe years down the road I will see that this was best but until then I will recite Plath to help me mend my cracked heart. I should have loved a thunderbird instead at least when spring comes it would roar back again but I will shut eyes and have all the world drop dead. (Did I make you up inside my head?)