I think you should stop.
There, I said it, is that enough for you?
After all this time you'd think I would know,
But I can tell from your face, your tone, your essence,
That your iceberg has a large ocean beneath.
You're pulling away from the harbour,
Shaking off the barnacles and dumping the seaweed,
Leaving your anchor when together you are sinking,
Both out of water, sucking it in
But not quite breaking through the surface.
Can you at least turn around,
Look me in the eye and still
Rip it all out, detaching all wires,
Blowing it all up in one fine movement
A click of your fingers.
I knew, you don't think so, but I do.
It's just what happens,
This is how it always goes.
But I thought it could be different.
I guess even fate has a self-destruct switch.
Poetry by Caila Ihle
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Written on 2006-12-07 at 08:58
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