Head Vs. Heart By Angel 09/28/09
Inside of this girl, there's a head, and a heart.
In my head there is logic. Crisp thought and quiet reflection; inside my head, everything always makes sense.
It's inside my head where I retreat when things get too loud, inside my head where I hold my memories.
But not all of them.
Inside my heart, appearances are sometimes opposing. Sometimes it's really bleak in my heart.
There is emotion; sadness, anger, confusion. Darkness, and hatred. Sometimes it's really cold in my heart.
But sometimes it's not. Most times, it's not.
Inside my heart, there is love. Love that shimmers like light from a crystal and sounds like the laughter of children.
It lights up my entire soul, so bright that some of it shines out of me.
It's colors are everywhere, everything. It's every hue, every shade. And everything in between.
It's soft, it's jagged. It boils, it bursts, it ripples. It pools, and drips, and grows every day.
It shines, it flares, it explodes. It flickers as an eternal flame, and burns as an undying pyer.
My heart is very different than my head.
In my head, there are many, many memories. Memories of painful encounters.
Memories of betrayal, of deceit. Memories of tears, and misery. Memories of anger, and of hatred.
So many harsh, awful memories that I wish I could burn, but can never get rid of.
Branded into my mind like white hot fire has ingrained them there; they are something that I'm not sure time could ever erase.
But I have other memories, too.
In my heart, there are memories of you. Memories of love, and happiness.
I see your face everyday, so familiar and beloved to me. And my memories grow.
Memories of laughter, of smiles. Memories of tingling anticipation, of excitement.
Memories of embraces, and of whispers. Conversations full of meaning.
Memories of looks exchanged, and dreams shared, and worries expressed.
Memories of hoping, and memories of anxiety. But always the good kind.
Memories of tears, too, and of worry. But it was always for fear of losing you.
Because of you, my heart's memories are all wonderful.
In my body, in my soul, there is a mighty war.
It is the battle between my head....and my heart.
My head is sleek, and graceful. It's smooth, and precise. Used as a weapon, completely lethal.
But my heart is overpowering; it has started to drown out all of my head's tactical logic.
There is nowhere for me to retreat anymore; there isn't a single place that my love for you can't reach.
In this fiercest of battles, my head has started losing, and my heart is gaining ground.
And my heart loves you more than the sun, the moon, the stars. More than the earth, water and air.
More than anything. And it always will.
And I couldn't be any happier about it.
Love, Your Angel.