He is the marker
of where it all stopped.
where that part of me,
struggled with the new me.
Stumbling around in the dark,
desperately trying to regain power.
Your hazel eyes still strike me,
like the swarming ocean.
A mixture of blue and green,
swimming through my head,
daring me to jump in again.
Just so it can pull me under
and begin to drown me again.
Or were they brown
Like the mud I slid through trying to get away from you.
But darling my starstruck days are over. I no longer get lost in the eyes
of a boy who swears hes a man.
I no longer get lost in the eyes
of a lover who will switch to someone
new before he can even finish drowning you.
But I stopped.
I stood over the edge,
and looked at everything
I've ever needed, ever wanted,
and for once in my life
before I could spiral,
before I could talk myself out of it,
I jumped.
I shifted into a new era,
a new start.
I stripped off my old skin
And scaled the mountains
To the other side.
I swum the ocean,
I swung through the jungle,
I soared through the open sky.
I came out unscathed.
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Everything Inbetween
PoetryPoetry written by me. Featuring my experiences, some bad metaphors, and everything in-between. Mostly free-verse. Ongoing.
