Rudderless
you sink
as much as you swim;
broken compass and
battered conscience in tow.
battered conscience in tow.
Unanchored
you oscillate
one uncertain whim to the next;
highs and lows bleeding into
an orgy of emotions you no longer feel.
You seesaw between
the devil and the demigod
your brittle world
waxing and waning towards
an ambiguous extreme.
an ambiguous extreme.
As you fumble forth,
blinded and wounded,
will you not let me
be your north star?
Reminds me of the Before Sunrise quote on Botticelli angel..
ReplyDeleteAfter all this time
ReplyDeleteThe sun will say to the earth, "You owe me."
Look what happens with a Love like that!
—It supernovas and destroys