I remember the naivety
It was like swimming in an ocean
The waves prelapsing onto my skin
Freezing cold
But I stayed.
I stayed in the water allowing my to nerves scream
Screaming for warmth.
Yet my body filled with lust told me to stay.
It began to become warmer
So I stayed in longer.
I had hoped it would fill the vulnerable space I had open.
I let it fill me with salty cold water.
The skin on my fingers and toes began to fold.
Whispering upon the folds worriedly
'Enough'.
I resisted
'ENOUGH' the folds screamed.
My legs begin to move towards the oceans shore.
The water droplets trickle down slowly but surely
My face,
My lips,
My body,
Now exposed to what used to be welcoming air.
The air now filled with angry wind, whips my body,
Harshly shouting 'Why, o why?'
'Why have you given your body to the ocean?'
My lips, unable to move shiver against the wind's whips.
'Guide me back' my hair says trembling with mercy, damp of water.
The wind's whips weaken.
'Follow the path',
'Follow the path of rightousness'
The wind forgivingly breathes into my lungs
Gasping, finally giving me the warmth and sweet taste of air
This kind of manipulation truly was the first thing that had completely changed me from the way I perceived love. Was love really worth all that pain?
Not worth to keep giving love when they only want one thing
