nedelja, 3. november 2013

Stille Wasser sind tief



You've pushed me on an edge of a cliff,
and of course you're only standing there,
doing nothing to either push me down
or help me crawl away from it.

Like the ocean, you too, change,
from the deepest blue, to the color of your eyes,
and finally to the beautiful turquoise and the shades of white;

You seem to go from depressed
to normally functioning in a second.

You seem to go from heart-break
to carelessness in a blink of an eye.

Your perspective of the situation
seems to change within an Earth's rotation.

And I envy you so much.

Because when the dark waters grasp for me,
I'm caught in the high tide of your  spit for hours.

When the tightness in my chest doesn't let me sleep,
lying awake until whenever is the only option.

As the wind changes and with it the waves,
I'm out of my balance until long after.

You see, like the fish in the sea, I too, am subservient,
following the laws of the sea that is you,
painfully tormented by your vortex.

I'm forced onto a border of a steep rock face,
and you are, in fact, reaching out your hand while stepping closer,
yet I still don't know and can just wonder,
if you will push or pull.