Lost Skies said 10 years, 7 months ago:

I’m Just Your Lifeline, Not Your Life – a
speculation on why you need to loosen your grip
-or-
I need to secure my own mask first
-or-
I am not Atlas, You are not the World

I won’t
feed you
S
U
R
R
O
G
A
T
E
Love, borrowed from fairytales
You only say you read
And never believed in

I won’t let your
Dead-fish wishes
p
U
L
L
Me down
To drown with you in your
Salt-water streams

I will not
Play pretend
In a world of
Hide
-
And
-
Go
-
Seek
Where I’m always it
And you hide
Behind the same tears
e
v
e
r
y t
i
m
e

I will be happy,
Will laugh, smile
With the right coaxing I might even sing,
Dance: whirl till I forget myself in the endless spinning of the world.

I’ll invite you to come with me.
But I won’t beat your heart for you
I have enough trouble
Keeping my own going sometimes

Even life-lines need a break from the tension sometimes. Honey, I need you to lend me some slack

zelphia said 10 years, 7 months ago:

What a great poem. Did you write this?

Lost Skies said 10 years, 7 months ago:

Of course I did. I’d never post someone else’s poetry – though it seems to have messed up all of my spacing :/