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Someone I once loved Ran his finger across my chest and traced The outline of my moles and said "They look like an anchor! When you connect the dots, they are the shape Of an anchor! You are an anchor. It all makes sense now. You are going to be okay." At the time it was like some big epiphany for him, Like he was telling me something about myself That I never knew when really, I always knew It was just Something I didn't want To admit. It is something I have been running away from for a long time now, thinking I could be an anchor for someone else Because then THEY could be my problem, my project, My ocean So then that way I could leave myself, fallen by the wayside To wither away, slowly, subtly, Secretly disappearing. I am attracted to people who are made of glass, People who shatter easily, who shatter willingly, Who are reckless and brilliant, beautiful and dangerous People who I unconsciously think I can save. I can only save myself. I can only be my own anchor. I am nowhere near strong enough To be with someone again I am so terribly fragile, I break my own heart So easily. Too willingly. All I want is to keep realizing things like this, To admit my mistakes and learn from them, not Repeat them. To hold on to the people who keep me on the ground, The people who actually love me, who don't put me on Some pedestal where I am liable To float away. Because if I'm not careful and let myself Float away again, I may never come back.
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Dec 25, 2012
Dec 25, 2012 at 5:18 AM UTC
anchor
Someone I once loved Ran his finger across my chest and traced The outline of my moles and said "They look like an anchor! When you connect the dots, they are the shape Of an anchor! You are an anchor. It all makes sense now. You are going to be okay." At the time it was like some big epiphany for him, Like he was telling me something about myself That I never knew when really, I always knew It was just Something I didn't want To admit. It is something I have been running away from for a long time now, thinking I could be an anchor for someone else Because then THEY could be my problem, my project, My ocean So then that way I could leave myself, fallen by the wayside To wither away, slowly, subtly, Secretly disappearing. I am attracted to people who are made of glass, People who shatter easily, who shatter willingly, Who are reckless and brilliant, beautiful and dangerous People who I unconsciously think I can save. I can only save myself. I can only be my own anchor. I am nowhere near strong enough To be with someone again I am so terribly fragile, I break my own heart So easily. Too willingly. All I want is to keep realizing things like this, To admit my mistakes and learn from them, not Repeat them. To hold on to the people who keep me on the ground, The people who actually love me, who don't put me on Some pedestal where I am liable To float away. Because if I'm not careful and let myself Float away again, I may never come back.
lyra-brown
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lyra-brown
Canadian
Dec 25, 2012
Dec 25, 2012 at 5:18 AM UTC
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