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Helpless in Love

This article was published on November 13, 2016 and may be out of date. To maintain our historical record, The Cascade does not update or remove outdated articles.
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The control of my thoughts slips away
as the grasp I have over myself loosens,
spending days and night in denial,
hating myself for my dark desire,
hoping it will disappear.

But I am helpless.

Before that one fateful day,
my life was a hopeless trek through a barren desert,
but when I laid my eyes upon you,
you were no longer a mirage.

When we walk side by side,
we are in our personal oasis
away from the desert we call life

When we walk side by side,
the wind takes reign of your voluminous hair
sculpting it like sand dunes in the desert,
mesmerizing in their purest form.

When we walk side by side,
your green eyes, honest and eager,
give me warmth like the energy of sunlight
except I see no mirage;
I see you.

When we walk side by side,
your cheeky smile gives life to those around you,
radiating like the sun;
Without it, there is no surviving
but without you,
there is no living.

The mere thought of being near such an effortless beauty
encompasses my mind but the true beauty shines within;
an absurd sense of humour never failing to make my day,
a confidence as stunning as it is comforting,
an inspirational drive from which you thrive,
an awkwardness so lovely that which you embrace,
and most of all, a kindness from a heart so wild and exhilarating.

After that one fateful day,
I sunk into the quicksand of your love
and the more I denied, the quicker I sank.
However, this is a quicksand by which I have accepted my fate.

But I am helpless.

Held with an open hand, sand is blown away by the wind,
and if held tight, it drifts away.
If I hold with an open hand, you may blow it away
but if I hold tight, it will slowly yet surely drift away
until all that remains is regret.

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