Fingers through your hair
Breathing the same air.
Eyes deep in mine
It’s just a moment in time.
Loving each other when no one else can.
Sooner or later it all had to end.
Meant to be is not necessarily forever.
Me and you was quite the endeavour.
Time has come to take our separate ways.
Promise to remember all of the days.
The days you were mine.
The days we were more than aligned.
I’m almost ready to say goodbye.
I can’t live anymore in a lie.
Please don’t make me cry.
I have been trying to put my feelings into words,
not realising that what I was listening to was
saying it already. It’s not as sad as it looks like.
I recently sent myself on a journey to explore
my connection with water, which I could try
explaining but it would take too long and will
only confuse you more.
I never thought a had a thing with water, which
is ridiculous since my body is 80% water. Then a
friend told me that a negative connection is also
a sort of connection. I never looked at it in this way.
You know the phrase ‘like a fish out of water’?
I am like a fish out of water in water.
I can’t swim. I won’t drown. But not any better in it than a dog.
I can float, sort of. And I just let the current take me.
You are like crab, moving two steps to the right, then
one to left, so you never really get anywhere. I would
say it doesn’t matter if we were on the same wave,
then your steps would’t count. But you are still on the
beach while I am already in the deep.
You are like a jelly fish, which I want to catch but then
my hand would slip on your surface. I give up and try
to walk away and then your tentacles wrap around me.
You are mostly like a shark. Minding your own business,
quiet and far away. Until you taste that taste of blood and
appear. Unlike other sharks you spice me up and only
take a small bite.
Pain. And then I never see you again.