Rainy Day Tears

Portrait of a soldier by Summerhill Lane
She is in love with life by Summerhill Lane
Rain Dancer by Summerhill Lane
He didn’t like his portrait by Summerhill Lane

Rainy Day Tears

Dear loved ones,

I have been laying in bed all day.

Melancholia. 

Extreme sadness

Heart ache

Longing  

Why am I feeling this way when there is someone that loves me and wants to spend his time with me?

Why do I want to die?

Why is my heart weeping?

How can this be explained as it makes no sense?

All my good humour and smiles can not shake it.

I gave all of my love and held nothing back

It wasn’t good enough

It didn’t mean enough

There is nothing else that can be done so I must fly

There are wings on my back unfolding

 Striped to the bone

love so strong

baffles the mind

heart is clinging

groin is weeping

sending senseless messages day or night

No response like a slap in the face

Master your slave is in disgrace?

Pride and ego have erased

Last attempt must let you go

Cutting the cord that held me taunt

Loved you so but you loved naught

Took your knife and sliced me deep

Cleaned off every bit of meat

Just Kill Me Now

Is it possible to die of suppression of passion

She never used to think so

Since meeting him she is starting to believe so

She wants

She needs

She cries

She pleads

He’s there

She’s here

He is unavailable and completely unpredictable

She is wet and needy

He is hard and busy

Why does it hurt so much she wonders

She thinks of his cock in her mouth in her ass and in her deepest places

His lips and kisses

His hands and fingers

All of him she needs and misses

His voice is intoxicating like velvet on her tender places

No call

A stab

No text

A jab

Just kill me now

Published by summerhilllane

contact me by email - summerhilllane2@gmail.com

29 thoughts on “Rainy Day Tears

  1. i can’t imagine being in Love With Anyone For Sex
    As i’m not Hearing too much Heart connection here…
    Sounds Like An Addiction of Lust And Yes That’s Natural too…
    As Yeah
    Humans
    Tend to
    Breed with
    Folks for Instinctual
    Feelings and Senses
    Where Folks May ‘Hook Up’
    With someone they otherwise
    Really Can’t Stand beyond a
    Mating call this way.. but yeah
    i’m a Problem Solver and i feel
    And sense well enough that
    this is only going to go away
    As Slow as Biology
    Changes as
    True it is
    these
    Deep
    Feeling
    Sensual Ways
    that May Remain Longest
    as it is part of Basic Survival…
    Smiles… too used to Women i don’t
    Know coming at me with Grinding Booty
    Dances in Bars and Never Looking at my
    Face Which Serves one Purpose Yes but
    Where A Hand-Shake Becomes more
    Intimate… Someone Looking at
    Your Face a Surprise
    And my God
    A Kiss
    As First
    Base Replaces
    Home-Runs in Intimacy these
    Days but i’m old very old haha And
    Happily Enough Married only Studying It
    And Still Very Very Alive too With SMiLes..
    Take Care if You Just Recently Painted these
    Paintings Your Creativity in Darkness is Shining
    Some of the Best Work i’ve Seen you Paint Liking the Soldier Painting Best..
    Dark Muse work Great And Unrequited Love is ‘Every Poet’s Dream’ For Muse too..

    Historically
    At Least for ‘Him’..:)

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    1. Wonderful comments, thank you for taking your time to say this.
      It is true that the lust is there and strong, but the love for this person is stronger and more enduring. My heart bleeds love. It is as unconditional as I can make it with no expectations. Never have I experienced this much ardent caring for another.
      Sending you hugs and lots of love ❤️❤️❤️🤗🤗🤗

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      1. Thanks…
        Nice to
        Have the
        Entire Package
        Too With SMiLes..
        Truly Rare indeed
        When Entire
        LoVE
        Bonds
        Last Deep
        Fresh Now…
        Unless Love
        Becomes A
        Work of Art
        In Every
        Way
        Across
        Our Lifespans
        Parts of Love
        Wither Away
        And Don’t
        Come Back…
        Do stay Drenched
        And Never Give
        Up on All
        Passion
        Love Breathes
        And Gives With
        Least Harm For All…
        And Yes i realize
        Pain is an
        Integral
        Part
        Of Pleasure
        As THere is
        No Beauty
        In Paint
        Without
        Shadow 🎨 🖼

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  2. Love your portraits! The longing gets so intense sometimes it’s like it is crushing you, pulling you apart, and stabbing you all at the same time. You are strong, vibrant, DF and you will rise up again soon. Don’t let any man dim your light!

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    1. Thank you darling for liking my paintings and also thank you for the slap upside my head. I don’t want to give my power away to him. Really, thank you and sending you hugs and lots of love. ❤️❤️❤️💋💋💋🤗🤗🤗

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  3. ‘Is it possible to die of suppression of passion?’

    Good question. In my experience, the repressed passion turns into something else, something unrecognizable; confusion, emotional purgatory, unresponsiveness, vacillation.

    Perhaps, like all energy, it transforms depending on what it comes in contact with, or from what it has been removed.

    So the “little death” of orgasmic ecstasy may be replaced by the cold death of detachment – for a time, until it once again reacts to a warm body that has wandered into its orbit.

    There are a ‘hundred-billion-trillion stars” in our universe. You’re bound to bump into another one eventually.

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  4. Your artwork is amazing gorgeous and so is your writing as you make me feel every word. The passion, the struggle, the longing, the need unfulfilled, and the pain. Have you ever published or thought of. I think that you should 😘

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