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Robby
blonde, petite, happy
all of those things
wholly me
one who ran with your hand
intertwined, together
one soul taking flight
you saw me
completely free
ocean beyond
captivating
dare I say, enchanting
heart was thumping
as the waves crashed relentlessly
on jagged rocks
over my naked body
washing it all
in a quick, little blink
and it pulled you away
while I stood in the sands
what have I done?
what am I watching?
we were a pair to be chased
we were woven together
by the hand of our Father
with the needle of love
ripping the stitches was easy
until you saw me
tangled in seaweed
left with silence
and an unconvincing story
malformed, but me
i wondered after
the noise had settled
and the gulls flew elsewhere
if my heart could pull you back to shore
even with clothes on
it wouldn’t matter
it can’t get any colder
it can’t get any calmer
unclothed and lost
still... me
it wasn’t a dream
it was the present reality
and I let it slide through my pride and ignorance
what we had
a spark
one never to be found again
stomped and coated in grains of our own depravity
i’m sorry
why did you let me?
i like the ocean
not because it robbed me of you
but because it told me
that love is very temporary
unlike the sting
listen to the water
robby, hear it sing
my silhouette still standing
echoing
that isn’t me
all of those things
wholly me
one who ran with your hand
intertwined, together
one soul taking flight
you saw me
completely free
ocean beyond
captivating
dare I say, enchanting
heart was thumping
as the waves crashed relentlessly
on jagged rocks
over my naked body
washing it all
in a quick, little blink
and it pulled you away
while I stood in the sands
what have I done?
what am I watching?
we were a pair to be chased
we were woven together
by the hand of our Father
with the needle of love
ripping the stitches was easy
until you saw me
tangled in seaweed
left with silence
and an unconvincing story
malformed, but me
i wondered after
the noise had settled
and the gulls flew elsewhere
if my heart could pull you back to shore
even with clothes on
it wouldn’t matter
it can’t get any colder
it can’t get any calmer
unclothed and lost
still... me
it wasn’t a dream
it was the present reality
and I let it slide through my pride and ignorance
what we had
a spark
one never to be found again
stomped and coated in grains of our own depravity
i’m sorry
why did you let me?
i like the ocean
not because it robbed me of you
but because it told me
that love is very temporary
unlike the sting
listen to the water
robby, hear it sing
my silhouette still standing
echoing
that isn’t me
Published 13th Nov 2019
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