I was for him
agape
abandonment in its purest form.
what of he never said
if sacrificing myself or him
the two of us, we never swam in pristine waters
the ripples
- as in feeble whispers -
always seemed to spoil the truth
in my eyes it was both.
your obedient student, dear teacher
I was needed
as you were
by me
fawning, adoring,
caught in the waves
and never the flood had been so welcomed
and never drowning in it would feel more just
selfless
you yearned for my presence
I would ever accompany you
from afar
my dreams, hollow cave
you, forceful sea tide defiling the rock
once upon a time I was neither yours
nor mine to spoil
I belonged to my lonesome tears
as the scorching cold ate away my fierce apathy
for you I would have enjoyed every second
my eyes caught yours too many times
my feverish skin fewer
I regret so much
what your hand has never done
( eros )
|| breve nota: questa poesia è stata originariamente scritta per una collezione poetica in inglese, ma ho preferito aggiungerla anche qui per questioni di attinenza tematica. sono particolarmente fiera di questo componimento e spero che possiate apprezzarlo anche voi ||
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