Attachment

A poem about anxious attachment and how it can destroy our sense of self beyond the other person

Drowning eyes fill behind rose-colored spectacles.

We mourn happily, suffer so peacefully that

Nothing could ever move us from this mountain of lies.

Devotion is a marvel, a heartbreaking force.

We're swept away by the wind of whispers from another.

Doomed by their own satisfaction,

and anchored by our own ability to meet them.

Reviews

[Arundass TP]

A sad moody poem. Good work 👍