Praying Scripture

How long, Lord? Will you forget me forever? How long will you hide your face from me? How long must I wrestle with my thoughts and day after day have sorrow in my heart? How long will my enemy triumph over me? Look on me and answer, Lord my God. Give light to my eyes, or I will sleep in death, and my enemy will say, "I have overcome him," and my foes will rejoice when I fall. But I trust in your unfailing love; my heart rejoices in your salvation. I will sing the Lord's praise, for he has been good to me. (Psalm 13:1-6 NIV)

Danish

You're a light and I'm a shadow, I'll be wherever you'll be but I'm afraid I'll never feel the warmth of your love. And even that's okay so long as you keep shining bright so that I can keep being wherever you'll be.

Love

"Love feels no burden, regards not labors, strives toward more than it attains, argues not of impossibility, since it believes that it may and can do all things. Therefore it avails for all things, and fulfils and accomplishes much where one not a lover falls and lies helpless."

-Thomas à Kempis (1380-1471), in The Imitation of Christ

History

I know I've lost you. But I'm here if you ever want to come back. I just ask that you be honest with me because, the thing is, I always fall into your deception and each time part of my soul dies.

On The Radio

This is how it works
You're young until you're not
You love until you don't
You try until you can't
You laugh until you cry
You cry until you laugh
And everyone must breathe
Until their dying breath
No, this is how it works
You peer inside yourself
You take the things you like
And try to love the things you took
And then you take that love you made
And stick it into some
Someone else's heart
Pumping someone else's blood
And walking arm in arm
You hope it don't get harmed
But even if it does
You'll just do it all again

It's hard to explain

Says he can't decide
I shake my head to say
Everything's just great

Equivalent retaliation

It's disheartening to be told that I'm not fully repentant, although I feel like I am. Apparently I am to disregard my own anguish in order to display a behavior reflecting change. I'm so tired of thinking these things - tit for tat mind games. To be honest...if this is my reality, I could probably survive. I've been doing it for two months now. So many women do it on a daily basis. I'm sick of my pride. Sick of my selfish nature. I wish I wasn't the one trying to hold this marriage together. I wish I didn't feel this way, but I do.