Surrender
Stubborn are lovers who quarrel. Our backs faced each other as we both, laid there swallowed by the plume of silence in the room. Eyes were still opem with fiery embeded in my pupils. I lay there with unsaid words waiting to erupt out of my mouth. She weeped, with drops trickling from her green emeralds. And for each one that escaped the santuary of her sockets, my heart suffered dearly. Stubbornly, I attempted to ignore her weeping. I would drift off into the realm of stupor, only to be awakened by the painful harmony of her emotions. Determined to prove a point I continued to wait for her to finally cave from fatigue. Everytime I assumed the storm was over, it began to rain again. And finally under the consistant pain, and pressure, I surrendered. In one swift motion, I drew her into me, seeking to nurse her aching heart.