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Obstinate Patterns

Beware, his eyes
Dissociated, I can’t resist
Oh… the deep, spellbinding indigo
Those waters run deep, like my own scars that outline abused veins
No tears, only oceans
He summons waves that drag my ankles into another world
His world, familiar
I know the place as if it were my own
What a life to live
In shadowed swells
It’s not that I can’t tread water
There’s treasure in the trenches
I could never dive there again
So I wait on a sandy shore of uncertainty
I could dance with fate elsewhere
But destiny hovers, it has left my hands
Oh, but the shells that litter this coastline
I find that I’m
knock,
knock,
knocking on a familiar door
It swings open, it startles every time
“I could run” whispers conscience
Standing before his indigo eyes
Will I sink, swim, or drown this time?
They all feel wrong, I always lose
No point to it then, I walk inside
And those obstinate patterns start over once again.
Written by Thetravelingfairy
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