Sunday 30 August 2015

the art of being destroyed .

i never thought we'd get here.

when it came to you and me
i had begun to believe that all we'd ever be is
two lost causes
staring across crooked timing with inaudible 'what ifs' awake on our tongues.

two broken-compassed travellers
who could never stay on the trail long enough to collapse under
the same night sky.
but now i see
that we are two stories about the same moment
that sound nothing the same
and yet are both true
and both beautiful.

i was a shipwreck and you were the ocean
and no matter where i went
i was always going to drown
and you were always going to swallow me whole.

S.

9 comments:

  1. Wow S... that last line about you always going to drown and him being the one who would swallow you whole... it says so much with incredible feeling... ♡

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  2. SO much loveliness in this - so much beauty - so much salt sadness. I loved the repeated reference to travel - the broken-compassed travellers on the trail, the ship and the ocean - there is such a sense of transience and change and what is travel BUT transience and changing? Sleeping in sunshine, waking in snow. Loveliness and beauty and truth - I always find something golden in your posts, a gleam that lines my pockets, after, and makes my hands shine.

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  3. I've always just needed someone to drown in, other than myself.

    / Avy
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  4. Damn. This is my life right now. Love it. Absolutely beautiful.

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  5. beautiful rendition... I'm in awe! ♥

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  6. "with inaudible 'what ifs' awake on our tongues." my goodness. it's like you're strumming at my heart strings.

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  7. Shockingly similar to my last romantic struggle. I knew that boy would eat me alive and for whatever reason, I knew I had to let him.

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  8. That last part swallowed me whole.

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