My love for him is complex.
I don't have any self control
for what I would give to him
without thinking of myself.
I'm like a broken shell,
washed up to the ocean's edge.
No control over where I'm taken,
just at the water's mercy.
And no matter how many times
the shell is thrown onto the sand
and broken,
only to leave its pieces behind--
It will always let itself
be pulled back into the waves,
knowing that the ocean's actions
will always be the same.
~S.J. Chance
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PoetryShort poems about anything and everything (mostly love :)) "You fell in love so easily with everything around you, but couldn't seem to fall in love with anything inside of you. And you wonder why you're so alone." ⚠️Warning ⚠️ Read the first 23 p...
