FishingA Poem by NoelAshThis is e metaphor, if you didn't noticefishing fishing alone fishing alone, cold fishing for anything a fish, shoe, rock, grain of salt Because when you were once filled up with the light and brightness of another person, when you let them complete you, when you open up your heart and legs as wide as they go and become vulnerable, you become addicted. Addicted to the love or the lies, the genuine concern or the sex. That person becomes the needles that you inject into yourself, you hand that person ever capability to hurt you and you fall in love with that feeling. then they leave. because sometimes time enslaves people and they move with it one day itll be a month since you've last seen the person you love and their light will grow dimmer inside of you you will fight and struggle for any ounce of them but your heart will grow weary youll be left beside the fishing hole sitting against ice and rock with empty needles and hookless poles fishing fishing alone © 2014 NoelAshFeatured Review
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