Detach from Attachments

you knew that maybe if you had landed after searching for dry land in a sea of potential hazards and no ones on some long-lost island you’d have to stay there forever with the wrong person until death finally came to claim you.

 Real love
is like closing your eyes
in your apartment
and knowing
that when they open again
nothing has changed
and everything
is just where you left it.
It is the space between finality
and the present.
Between your purpose
your happiness
your contentment.
 
But with lust
or an infatuation
or some other still-born attachment
it is like knowing
you’ll close your eyes
and then reopen
and when you awake
you are distracted
for you find yourself constantly
in a new and shifting compartment
trapped
scared
and anxious.
 
It feels great of course.
These expressions.
These emotions.
That feeling of falling.
Falling madly for someone.
Ignoring all the warnings.
Dismissing all the signs.
And when you are knocked on your ass
back to the only reality there for you
you realize
you lied to yourself
as much as the other person
lied to you
Convinced you’d be happy
with something else.
Someone new.
 
Maybe that’s why
you enjoyed the feeling
of running and falling
because you knew that maybe if you had landed
after searching for dry land
in a sea of potential hazards
and no ones
on some long-lost island
you’d have to stay there forever
with the wrong person
until death finally came
to claim you.
And that my dear is why you did it.
Why you feel you did what you had to do.
Because that very thought---
scared the living shit out of you.