Caritas Christi

Just where I post the good bit of my thoughts, and even some are hidden, tucked away in a personal blog. I am an open book, or I try to be, if you have any questions, feel free to ask.

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I want to apologize.
For all the mischievous misdeeds and mistreatment in misleads,
I have struggled to confess.  Surely, conquered by the best,
But professed in a way when a hand relaxed itself on chest,
the beating of a breast bone wasn’t enough to include
the tones of an algorithm adding itself up for love to be shown.

I want to apologize.
The words one day will come out of your mouth and feel shame
when you stand before your spouse naked, unadorned apparel,
And the only thing you wear is the guilt from relationships past, 
That I fastened myself into like a buckle clicking from behind a wheel
Where steering became a thing from a laugh. We did laugh. We laughed a lot.
More than a thought, but an actual blot of ink smeared down and through
pages riddled like composition marble, only to find ourselves marveling at last.

I want to apologize.
One day when the sun sets and your hands are nestled in each others,
I will creep into your thoughts at that place and begin to make waste
To the sentiment of marriage, and my heart grieves this case. It probably
Has already happened, and since it has, I’ve saddened not because of me
Not grabbing hands, but simply because I was reckoned in thoughts.
It wasn’t me who bought the moment, but only a person who ruffled
the sheets on the throne that he should sit in.

I want to apologize.
For all the respect that comes from you is in confrontations out of the blue,
And I have mishandled your words from truth to lies, slightful vies,
Where I say, “Do you want the truth?” and you say “No,” yet cry.
I know, more than you think I do; where the caged bird sings behind bars,
Calling all cars, to a place that was charred; people fighting for freedom, and we did not.
Simply scathing the cage for a wage compensated to us from a trust that was
Formed out of lust, and those times have past. We were rewired, reborn,
reviled and we mourned. I know, and if I could just place my finger on your lips
to make you harken to silence, and show you a film over the beats of triumph, it would be this.

I want to redeem.
You would see on the silver screen, a film where two people were at their best,
Heaving chests and we ask ourselves where our love has gone. We are
comparatively 
stacked against when we see odds in perfection, a selection of crafty
expertise in sexually attracted sections. “I’d stay forever. I’d say I love you
always.”
Falling away, you realize what true love was, for the fear of letting go,
Was conquered by the love that lets us know what stays forever. And I am there,
Ruffled thrones, sunsets shows, marble notes, and subtle tones,
Creeping in places that don’t belong to me, but my promise was kept.
Forever. 

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