Pollution

My lips burn to say the words
I love you

It almost doesn’t seem fair
Dragging you down to me

See you’re wonderful
Incredible
Amazing
Not perfect but you’re simply you

And I contaminate you with my filth
My sins and my darkness

I’m selfish
I want you

But if you’re pure light
I’m tar
Enslaving covering
Sucking you down into my depths
Marring you

If you step in to my heart
You’ll never be cleansed of me again

I’ll infect you with my decay
Pollute you with my impurity
Defile you with my foulness

And yet even so my lips continue to seethe
Tingling and tormented
With the longing to tell you

Just how much I love you


©️tara caribou – 2018

27 thoughts on “Pollution

  1. Did you ever consider that you aren’t polluting and infecting him? Perhaps, if he were to read this, he would see it differently. Perhaps, in his eyes, it is the other way around. Maybe, just maybe, each would somehow cleanse the other… Hmmm… Just food for thought. Still, I loved this, like another commenter said… “It is wistful, longing and filled with confession”

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  2. Really really bad. Funny how many likes it is getting, but that must be the pity-vote, or something like that. I told you, I’d tell you what you wanted hear, so I guess, I’m quite alone in my opinions, but that is life, isn’t it?!

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  3. I’ll be there for you as well, the next time you decide to do something similar. I really try to mirror your likes and dislikes, but I am also affected by what others say as well. Are they liking something that you dislike or is it just that I haven’t put on my blog-glasses today, and think I am seeing something that resembles something else? Either way it will end up being a no win-no win situation, if left to chance, which is why I felt it necessary to comment in the first place.

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  4. This feeling… I sadly know all too well. Sometimes I feel like I have too much baggage for anyone to handle and so I don’t allow anyone to really get too close to me. I think it’s my way of shielding myself from disappointment… fear of getting attached, only to lose it.

    I may be reading this wrong, but your words made me think of this feeling. Another beautifully written piece, Tara. 😊

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