Jan 2020
Like a stem floundering through muck
Just to blossom in the sun,
I will do my everything
to make you feel at home.
When December ends and the sea
Reconnects to its frosty coat
And we stroll over pavements
Icey as opioded eyes
I will try to fix myself
Into your fantasy
For I know you could never
Be mine and I know
I have nothing left to lose
Apart from your physical presence.
Just to blossom in the sun,
I will do my everything
to make you feel at home.
When December ends and the sea
Reconnects to its frosty coat
And we stroll over pavements
Icey as opioded eyes
I will try to fix myself
Into your fantasy
For I know you could never
Be mine and I know
I have nothing left to lose
Apart from your physical presence.
(2024 footnote,relationships are codependent by design to various degrees but this was something I read back and hit me like an ugly reflection in the mirror. The muse for these words is gone. I dont try to make sense of it anymore I just try to take away any lessons if possible.)
