Poetry

Anyone for adventures...?

We met only to part

As if we were a line on paper

As if we were companions, but paths separated us

As if we sailed together, but both drowned

Don't I know who stole my heart?
Was it your heart or mine that was stolen?

For the look in your eyes pierces my heart like a poisoned arrow that has pierced my very pulse.

Didn't I tell you from the beginning that we met only to part?

We are destined to live like this, suspended between a closeness that never truly ends and a departure that never fully occurs. We carry unspoken words in our hearts, postponing farewells each time as if staying were still possible. We move on with weary souls; we are not the ones who have arrived.
Nor are we the ones who left; we merely stand in the middle, counting the absences and waiting for what will never return.

I think my heart is broken,
not in a way that was caused by anyone,
but physically,
she’s gotten used to disappointment,
she can no longer build attachment
to anything or anyone,
I can give all my love
and in one fell swoop
take it all away easily
the coldness is commonplace
it protects
but the same coldness that guards
is impenetrable
and now
I don’t know how to open my heart wide
wide enough to allow love to seep in
maybe she’s broken
maybe she needs time
or the right person

Too blessed to stress, too boss to care."🔥

The goal isn’t to win the argument.
The goal is to keep the relationship.

                          #Arxi

Real discipline is staying true to the word you keep to yourself.

I should have treated you like a beautiful danger, put on a helmet before approaching your lips, and read the warnings written on your back. But I entered you like a child entering the sea, with an open heart and blind curiosity.
And a naive belief that the waves do not betray.

Maybe?🌼
You push and you push me away.
Then, you ask me why I left.
You said we agreed, but then you ask why I abandoned you.
Maybe you feel guilty because you are guilty.
Maybe you push me away so it is easier to blame me than face you were never ready.
Maybe you push me away so you cant see your own reality.
Maybe it is you, not me.
Maybe?

Your absence is a thorn
in the side of time,
every time I straighten up, I bend because of it,
and every time I smile, I bleed secretly from it.
You were the meaning when I was troubled,
and the refuge when the world felt too small for me,
so how has your name become now
a wind that passes through me… and does not stay