when love isn’t reciprocated
It’s a tale older than time itself.
A meeting of minds, a spark of alignment.
The vibes are supportive
Through endless conversation and unexplainable synchronicity,
They’ve realized they’ve manifested each other.
One is curious and friendly;
The other, questioning and cautious.
Flirting ensues
Energies co-mingle effortlessly,
suddenly, with no rhyme or reason
he disappears.
The infamous vanishing act
She forgets this is just what men do.
Suddenly it doesn’t matter that the frequencies were supportive of their endeavor.
It’s the consequence of being too eager.
Sweet and innocent.
Too bad he doesn’t believe her.
Oh what a careless mistake it is
to flirt back.
I hate this game.
It’s twisted and deranged.
Nevermind that it makes her feel insane.
But nobody likes someone they don’t have to fight for.
What’s the point in that? What a bore!
Nobody likes someone that lays it on thick.
The eerie sound of silence makes her sick.
Her reciprocating interest became his disinterest.
It is maddening, yet she refuses to dim her light to make the fearful comfortable.
She respects boundaries, so she will keep her distance.
She has stopped reaching out; she won’t check in.
This is a phantom battle she chooses not to win.
The connection feels like tissue paper:
Beneath the crisp folds and sharp lines, there is the promise of a surprise,
But it is loud; it crinkles and tears with the slightest pressure.
She has no time for half-hearted effort or cold-hearted love.
The Transmutation:
A fractured individual often tries to project their own brokenness onto you to feel less alone. Their inability to see your value doesn’t diminish it; it simply reveals the current limits of their own healing. That reflection was the fire that drove her toward her divine feminine power. The sooner we acknowledge the pain and transmute suffering into wisdom, the sooner our lives flourish in unfathomable possibilities.
She rebuilds her life through disciplinary action. Health is wealth. Create more than one consumes. Have no expectations, and dismantle the overplayed programs. Fly by the seat of your pants! We’re not meant to be plugged into one another 24/7. It isn’t realistic, nor is it healthy. We all require moment’s of reflection. Spaces to grow.
The pendulum of Growth:
You swing toward others to gain new data, and then you must swing back into yourself to integrate it. If you stay in either place too long, growth stalls. You need the connection to see the reflection, but you need to turn inward to understand what you are looking at.
Acknowledging this, I can’t help but think how wonderful it would be to gather in our social circles more often. To live as our ancestors did, but without the threat of the wildebeest. In this era, the wildebeest has evolved into capitalistic constructs and the isolation of modern life.
We must remember that our sources of joy require no external validation. Whether found in solitude or shared connection, the vital act is the participation. Pleasure is an infinite resource, an abundance that generates momentum. Allowing us to move through the world with purpose. By reclaiming these simple joys, we don’t just survive the consistent inconsistencies; we transcend them.
