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Writer's pictureLiz Starbuck

Liquid Love

Updated: Sep 20


You are like water

You persisted like rain drops on a Saturday 

Your tapping on my tin roof was flattering and romantic and I fell for you.

I jumped in, dived in, head first 

I found you deep and warm and allowed myself to be submerged within you 

You felt safe and familiar and comforting 

You enveloped me and it was warming to my bones 

I was so relaxed, I trusted you

I floated in you and allowed you to carry me to places I’d never been

I submitted to your love believing it was beautiful and that this water and blue sky would last forever 

But when the storms came, so violent they were 

Wave after wave of anger 

I was thrown around, baffled by your sudden change in demeanour, by your loudness and your rage

I was threatened by your embrace which now sought to drag me down, control me, maybe even destroy me 

I was flailing around, begging for your mercy for calm

For you to be calm

I realised how isolated I had become 

All I could see was you 

Nothing but water for miles around 

Now seeing your darkness beneath 

Your power 

I swam

I used the little strength I had left to save myself 

Despite your efforts to hold onto me 

I swam away and landed on a sandy beach 

When I look now you are like a flat calm sea again 

You lap at my feet begging me to get back in 

Claiming your apology is a permanent turning of the tide

I can sense no thunder or lightning and although I tell myself not to flirt at the waters edge, you look so handsome and safe from here 

I wonder if I can love you without getting out of my depth

I wonder if I can be in the ocean without the storms occurring 

I wonder if the water will have hidden dangerous monsters so deep down they are unseen yet

I wonder if I should be with you 

You are like water

I ponder and I paddle 


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Alison Blevins
Alison Blevins
08 de set.

A wonderful metaphor, you always find an interesting different way of looking at it.

Curtir

Jarlath Busby
Jarlath Busby
06 de set.

Leopards and spots methinks. Like the sea itself I love the power and depth in your writing .

Curtir
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