I tossed a boomerang
Called love
And expected it to come right back
Like a slingshot at full speed
But it never did
I think that it's best
That I hold on to myself
Like the glue
That keeps me whole
Also known as love
It's a metaphoric ligament
That protects my soul
My oh so precious soul
That could derail
And shatter itself
From the acts
Of itself
Love is a piece of me
That I've cut into
Minuscule pieces
Willing to share
With those I have entrusted
But it seems I've blindly
Walked into a cave of lions
That have left me bone dry
With no tears left to cry
No hours left to sleep
No love left to heal
No love left for me
I've exhibited myself
Like an array of
Freshly picked summer mulberries
That come in various hues
But I am the white berry
Tempting, innocent, and frail
So plump that it falls off the stem
With just a touch: a mere movement
But too many berries were taken
From my lone tree
And now I'm left with dry branches
Like my dry heart
Because I loved so much
Too much
There's none left
I think I am
Just an object
That people forget to
Reciprocate love to
Because it feels
So good
To be loved
Like a parched ocean
Like a fish out of water
Like a sunset at 10 am
My body feels displaced
Out of its element
In the desert of my empty self
I'm bone dry
YOU ARE READING
How I Became The Sea
Poetry♡ ♛ Digest your pain and build your mansion For it will all be gone when your dreams diminish Into something as beautiful as you ♛ ♡
