I feel like you're slipping away.
Into the silky cold waters of the outside.
Dragged in the current.
Unable to see that the distance is growing more and more each day.
And I'm fighting it, swimming as fast as I can.
But you're out my grasp. Just beyond my icy cold fingers.
No warmth of us to keep me warm.
Your blockade keeps me at arm's length no matter how hard I stroke.
This is the part, I get too tired, drowning in the wave of emotion.
Too hard, too far, too much.
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Author:
Eli Dagger (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: March 6th, 2019 13:38
- Comment from author about the poem: In many relationships there are issues, but this one grasps me at the core.
- Category: Love
- Views: 20
- Users favorite of this poem: JaydeVictoria
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Comments1
AHHHH it's like your in my head!
Your blockade keeps me at arm's length no matter how hard I stroke.
This is my fave line.
I'm so glad I found you're poetry!
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