tethered
If all of the mess, regressed, possessed. As it does, but further. Where would we both end up, in the bottom of the burden. If all of this mess, all the regret, we could digest - the lesser would matter. The simpler the better. We should know better, staying together.
The closeness and the closedness getting the best of our signs. Star crossed spirits. Star crossed and kindred. Ancient astral maps, and the galaxy view from the tiny piece of sky at my old apartment. The time you discovered venus from my bed. Unknown, freshly unexplored territory. I let you in and I have built your walls around me.
There are small corners you got in with a scalpel and no light. Where the sun never shone. A surgical coldness could reach my bones, as such cold winter bared our skins. We planted a garden and hoped for Spring.
I’ll hang up my hunting shoes, cross my heart and hope to die. This is it. I don’t wish to be anywhere else, but our place, alone inside with your mind, just as the electric poles allowed us to do for a month. I hang up to every word, every sigh, every sound. Your voice still keeps guiding me home. As your eyes, my lighthouse.
I’ve spent empty hours, letting the silence guide my mind, wondering to myself if such rising and falling of the sea was real, until you came along. You are a liquid moon to my earthy tides. I am, in the end, made of water, and your gravitational force moves my ocean. Your mountains unravel my sun.
Our red strings are not strings, they are thick sailor ropes. Never embedded as such, ever. My ship has been tied to your dock. Hold the press. Hold the hopes. Secure the knots around my shore. Set the hand high. Raise all the bets. Can I repay you with a promise? I’m tethered to you.
I have never needed nobody. But you.
