My heart, is left yearning

yearning for love, yearning for reason

there are more fish in the sea, my mother tells me

but each time I swim out into the great blue, Im left drowning; stuck.

My arms lash out at the violent waters.

Trying to keep my limp, but determined, body afloat.

It’s no good.

I am slowly pulled down by the force of the darkness; the bottomless depth of the sea.

why can’t I find love, when I know it’s all that I need.

head first I sink to the bottom, juggling loneliness as well as acceptance.

I find myself in the midst of love, and aquire the fact that my view upon this tenderness and care is possibly incorrect.

the world is correct; my head is wrong.

The world is right side up, and I’m upside down.

I am meant for this earth, and I am meant for love.

I need to flip my head back into the right direction, and understand those words.

I am not meant to dive head first into the rapid waters, risking it all.

I am meant to set sail, riding-out the indecisive waves, and wait for love to stabilize me.

wait for love to keep me calm in the chaos;

keep me afloat but keep me from going anywhere else.

I wait for it to anchor me.