Not drowning, but reversing

And I suppose I’m due another fall

I know I‘ve been blindly chasing notions, imagining idealistic futures,

hiding from emotions.

Magnetic bodies

unite, withdraw

Become

flooded by feelings

Then

we

punctuate

a

connection

with

intentions

to reverse

back to

nothing at all.

So I’ll slip back into the recess.

I know, you get what you deserve.

And

I guess

that’s my answer.

More or less.

I’ll have

the same again, but in reverse.

And maybe if I’d trusted in

fate conspiring

to deliver

whatever

I perceived to be right

then we might be somewhere else now.

But it’s hard to let go or put your trust in wafty ideas like destiny

when you’re drowning in so much fucking hindsight.