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Catastrophe
They never told me
That beauty is power.
That wholeness is a magnet
To the fragmented
They never told me
That I could wound you
Because of my whims
Yet you would follow
Because you believed
I could be tamed
Days and days
I spent as your Summer
Until you realised
I was winter for another
I never committed
So in my eyes
I held no real ties
And now I've
Been thrown ropes
From each direction
Each begging me
For my attention
But I can swim.
I've only learned
The power of my allure
After I looked back
To see all of you.
The ones I thought
Could go on
For days and days
And then just drop.
Be unattached.
Sail your own sea.
Be without me.
A beautiful, whole,
My own, catastrophe.
That beauty is power.
That wholeness is a magnet
To the fragmented
They never told me
That I could wound you
Because of my whims
Yet you would follow
Because you believed
I could be tamed
Days and days
I spent as your Summer
Until you realised
I was winter for another
I never committed
So in my eyes
I held no real ties
And now I've
Been thrown ropes
From each direction
Each begging me
For my attention
But I can swim.
I've only learned
The power of my allure
After I looked back
To see all of you.
The ones I thought
Could go on
For days and days
And then just drop.
Be unattached.
Sail your own sea.
Be without me.
A beautiful, whole,
My own, catastrophe.
Published 30th Sep 2017
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Such an impossible task you ask
of hearts that become attached.
I have fallen hook, line and sinker
in oceans of such beauty.
I know first hand it is sink or swim
but still somehow I'd rather drowned
than seek dry ground
Believing my lifeline fell short
Instead of being cast away
To become the fool of Gilligan's Isle
JJ
of hearts that become attached.
I have fallen hook, line and sinker
in oceans of such beauty.
I know first hand it is sink or swim
but still somehow I'd rather drowned
than seek dry ground
Believing my lifeline fell short
Instead of being cast away
To become the fool of Gilligan's Isle
JJ
1st Oct 2017 1:35am
A man Loves you, truly loves you, when he refuses to take or change you. Yet is always an island that only you can decide to visit, rest, or live on.
1st Oct 2017 12:09pm
Anonymous
23rd Oct 2017 00:31am
This really projected within me..
so beautifully real, such is life
darling
""A beautiful, whole,
My own, catastrophe"""
💘
so beautifully real, such is life
darling
""A beautiful, whole,
My own, catastrophe"""
💘
12th Dec 2017 7:26am
