We will eat the strawberries of our love, true love. I will never forget the magic between us, the canyons we cross. The tug of war. Roses in the summer garden have blossomed. A sparkling constellation. Convincing doppelgängers of storms fly-tip in the moony eyes of fools, eyes of lovers, crevasses wide enough for oceans. Always running from the truth and finding places to hide, waiting for the cloudburst to end. I've found the freedom in going with the flow, never knowing what's around the corner. At every landmark the china gets chipped. I never really could get over it, the heart wound. The invisible infatuation. I have come to know it well, the sweet embrace. Immersed in the salt from my tears, the electrolytes at 4 a.m. red-hot and glowing. I never want to go back to that dark place again, never want to be burned by the fires of solitude again. So I cut myself from the turnkey, from the fabric of the addiction, in the same way you would cut a slice of cake, in the same way ice could cut a face. At the hour on the dot I prepare for my medicine. Body waves. Earthquake vibrations. Sensitive to the sensation. I open the amethyst geode and marvel at the purples glittering in the brain, and watch the days turn into gold. When the hate fades. I'll come back to you, I always do. You know me. Never gone for too long. Never leaving you waiting. With cracked knuckles at the wintertide, at the interruption. Pausing but only for a second. I've adapted to the madness, and it no longer takes over me like it did before. I've settled into the chaos at every turn. Smiling upon the rising of the morning sun.
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i love this piece, the heartbreak is written between lines of metaphors. the part about coming back to the person you love even if it's not healthy, the way that loves actually makes you feel insane sometimes. it has a real message about moving on or trying to move on from someone using geographical terms. :3
Appreciate your commentary and perspective, and I probably should leave my poems open to interpretation, since they're equivocal to the reader, but I'd like to clarify that the subject matter isn't about someone specifically, although it can be, but that it's about a dreamlike pep, the importance of things we may take for granted, the joie de vivre we feel at our high, the wavering love, being emotionally invested in multiple personalities when we are devitalized, and finding the simple beauty in monotonous day to day life. How one day you can feel so melancholic and almost worthless, but the next you're on the other end of the spectrum, enthusiastically manic even, and self-aware, but you can't conceive how you've felt otherwise, and being torn between two contrasting feelings but still carrying a torch for life. Wresting with the constant ebb and flow of happiness and depression, or as I blatantly address it in the poem, the tug of war or the invisible infatuation. How you can want to die at the same time as wanting to see another sunset, and being juxtaposed. But I like how you compared this to being in love with someone, even though it's actually about the struggle of living, I think it fits well with how you described it.
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