The Curse of Attachment

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The Curse of Attachment

By: Whispers of Ember

I decided to build no walls

left no armor on

only to feel my heart tethered on you

by threads that could dull even a blade.

It is not romantic love that binds me,
nor fleeting infatuation,
but a love so deep,
buried within the core of my soul.

Every glance, 

Every greeting

And every praises from you

Pulls me back from you,

 tightening it's grip

Now, I seem to be stuck in this never-ending pain —
a pain that is both satisfying, yet leaves me damaged.

If only...If only! 

If only I kept my walls

If only I left my armor on

Maybe, just maybe, I wouldn't suffer from this curse:

a curse like a passage written in a language I cannot read,

a curse like a lock that I cannot undo.

Now I fear you will slip away, 

like the water I cradled in my palm,

smoothly slipping between my fingers.

Oh, how can I endure that pain —
the pain of you slipping away?