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 ||