In your presence, I am a yo-yo,
spinning on a string, drawn close, then flung away.
Your touch, a fleeting warmth, like the sun breaking through clouds,
only to be swallowed by the shadows of your retreat.
You are the architect of your own downfall,
building walls where bridges should stand.
I am left in the ruins, trying to decipher the blueprints of your heart,
torn between the desire to stay and the need to flee.
In this dance of uncertainty, I am a marionette,
pulled by invisible strings of hope and doubt,
wondering if the next step will bring us closer,
or if the thread will snap, leaving me to fall.
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K F
just your friendly neighborhood lesbian with so much words to articulate from the folds of her mind into heart felt stanzas.
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Bruce Lee and The God of War: Kuan Ti
It starts with love.. The Power to the God Of War and Wealth Walk into a Chinese restaurant (even in Oklahoma, USA), a Chinese police station, a kung fu martial arts studio or even a Chinese temple and you often see a red faced warrior holding a heavy quan-do (spear like weapon).
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Good visual and really something I've felt before.
You made the yo-yo a very good metaphor. Great poem.
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That is SOOOO good! 🩷 "In this dance of uncertainty, I am a marionette, pulled by invisible strings of hope and doubt" I mean that line ... my god! It's amazing!