Who Let All The Air Out?

How many things are now at loose ends! Who knows which way the wind will blow tomorrow? - Thoreau

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always willing to stay

i adored you

so many times both night and day

no need to buy dinner, just tucked neatly away

loved not for what you said but for what you didn't have to say

ego never overinflated

never needing to call

my sweet, crestfallen blow up doll

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Author's Note

“The hawk is aerial brother of the wave which he sails over and surveys, those his perfect air-inflated wings answering to the elemental unfledged pinions of the sea.” - Thoreau

Reviews

[lightsong]

I am a bit sad and strange today and your poem here seems to reflect my emotions. those who give without waiting for anything, give without care about themselves, give without putting their healthy boundaries often meet partners whom are sucker and unkind, regardless of that they keep giving without noticing how the situation is wrong almost they became a robot to them, a codependency relationship, sooner or later when they will wake up and it is too late, they will be blown up... fed up, exhausted to the core. being a giver doesn't mean to give continuously, but to give the right amount at the right time, sure some extra won't harm at all, we need to learn not to weigh on us and others with our love but to flourish with it.

[Pete]

you see the metaphor of an unhealthy relationship. i shouldn't be surprised that you dug down deeply to extract a precious ore of meaning. why can't i find someone like you - no stranger to caring, glossing over the mundane, cutting right to the meaningful, soulful core ... :)

[lightsong]

I will clone few ones of "me" for You :> lol kidding! You dear Pete my fine spiritual friend and outstanding poet are more than welcome, and believe there are more of us out there :>