Two poems from a long note on my phone, pretentiously titled
“Justin’s Poetry Book I: Limerance Lost, or How I Learned To Start Worrying And Fall Out Of Love, or Lawyers, Drugs, And Money, or The Dry Crusade“
(Kurt Vonnegut, eat your heart out!)
Adrift
You shouldn’t be my anchor
Nor my liferaft
Nor my driftwood in the storm
And yet you were
I was the millstone
Chained around your neck
I get why you couldn’t stay
Why you need the space
That we haven’t taken
And yet
It’s hard not to cast
Blame upon myself
Shame and guilt
Dragging me under
For driving you away
Safely above the tides
Regret
What’s happened’s happened
What‘s done’s done
A choice made
Is a choice made
That can’t be unmade
Sometimes they hurt
Consequences scrape your heart
And you can’t escape
Or so it feels
Some days they hang by a thread
Like Damocles’ Sword
Over your head
Ready to impale you
If the string ever snaps
But even though a choice
Cannot be unmade
It needn’t be the final choice
Someone wise once said
The present is a gift
Carpe diem
You can choose again
Without guilt
Without shame
Without regret
Worldbuilding post coming soon, I’m still busy with Legal Methods.
Sierpinski Tetrahedron 