We chose to be caught,
Swirling in this vortex,
With our crystalline eyes
Closed, or open—
innocence,
violence.
I remember clearly,
A flirt. A touch. A kiss.
I flew with my mind,
I loved it wet—
but you couldn’t love it then,
you couldn't even hate it,
you hate it now, looking back
We found ourselves
Spinning in the spiral
Of something we chose—
It was our own will,
Unbreakable by anyone,
though it had happened before:
you were torn apart like paper.
and now you are here,
gluing with gold the shattered pieces
Of the beautiful being you are,
Of the beautiful thing you swear to be,
Of the beautiful child you see,
When you look into the mirror
With your eyes wide open.
Oct 6, 2024
Oct 6, 2024 at 7:01 PM UTC
We chose to be caught,
Swirling in this vortex,
With our crystalline eyes
Closed, or open—
innocence,
violence.
I remember clearly,
A flirt. A touch. A kiss.
I flew with my mind,
I loved it wet—
but you couldn’t love it then,
you couldn't even hate it,
you hate it now, looking back
We found ourselves
Spinning in the spiral
Of something we chose—
It was our own will,
Unbreakable by anyone,
though it had happened before:
you were torn apart like paper.
and now you are here,
gluing with gold the shattered pieces
Of the beautiful being you are,
Of the beautiful thing you swear to be,
Of the beautiful child you see,
When you look into the mirror
With your eyes wide open.
2024-10-07
(Open your arms towards yourself and towards others, because love is always open arms)
E.A.
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