Winter storms of January
I wanted you.
Every piece of you.
That’s why I so willingly jumped,
at your request to see me again.
Every piece of you.
That’s why I so willingly jumped,
at your request to see me again.
I told myself over and over,
that you were not the one.
Even my heart,
and my mind,
danced tango with each other.
Refusing to accept,
our expiration date.
I still remember being caught,
in a blizzard,
with you.
that you were not the one.
Even my heart,
and my mind,
danced tango with each other.
Refusing to accept,
our expiration date.
I still remember being caught,
in a blizzard,
with you.
Watching the view from the window,
while the winds shook the building.
while the winds shook the building.
I felt safe every minute,
i spent in your arms that day.
i spent in your arms that day.
But I found myself again…
At an empty shore.
At an empty shore.
No boats, no people.
Just a thick block of fog,
surrounding me. I realized I truly loved you,
but you are not those arms keeping me safe.
surrounding me. I realized I truly loved you,
but you are not those arms keeping me safe.
You were the storm,
unable to settle down,
finding your safe harbor.
And I,
had to set sail.
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The build up is so like the storm itself…
Thank you! I worked on this one for months to be honest. It was challenging.
Oh! You broke my damn heart in two and everything is falling through the center of the earth! It makes me ponder the unanswered question for your book– what were those arms keeping you safe? This one hurt so badly.
Love you bunches. M
Love you too! I will give you a hint. These arms belong to the person I wrote about in the poem “blue eyes”.