aphrodite
Regaining communication is just a temporary fix
I’ve said everything I need to say yet I want to tell you more
Maybe we aren’t on the same pathway in Aphrodite’s mind
Maybe you were someone I was merely meant to find
Do my words not close the gap between us as I wish they would?
Your words are like the antidote to saudade, I wish you’d tell me how it’s made
I wish I no longer wanted you, I’d never tell you that but I would be better off that way
Why regain contact to ease the removal of the band-aid when I could avoid the pain altogether?
When you think of it like that, the answer is obvious? never.
In the depths of agony, our bond was forged, as you plunged the blade, a union, a chord.
Yet in your withdrawal, the torment grew,
Love spills forth, a crimson hue.
Embrace this shard, within your grasp,
Let my essence shield, an enduring clasp.
For in this agony, a truth is found,
Love and pain, forever bound.
Copyright © Shay Old | Year Posted 2024
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