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i, an ocean

darling, be careful
for there is tremendous passion
behind those steel doors,
and a little bit of aggression,
maybe even a dash of remorse.
but mostly i’m a sea of love,
littered by heartache;
i’m sorry for the inconvenience, love,
i have been neglected,
for to be understood in a world like ours 
is an act that can never be perfected,
a sophistry from which a man cowers,
& yet here i am, wishfully, waiting to be resurrected. 

but darling, be careful;
all it takes is a knock, or perhaps a lie
for the doors to open wide,
for the chaotic ocean of disaster that is I
to flood you 
but when it does, remember i tried.
i tried to hold you 
but you could never abide,
yet how can i blame you?
the heart never picks where to reside.


-by: Mayar Mostafa.










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