Surrender

Don’t struggle against the tugging of your

heartstrings even if there’s a millstone

tangled in them. Surrender; 

this portion of your prize is lost to us all

            despite the aching desire to pluck

            your splintered soul from the mangled jaws of

            forsaken love. Don’t gobble up the

blatant fallacies served with lying smiles

though they are glamoured and irresistible.

Don’t allow folly to seep into the creases

of your brain or under the warmth of your skin

where my insecurities and desires lie waiting.

                                    Instead of harboring that cracked millstone, heave it

up over your shoulder and plunge it into the ocean
            to see what kinds of friends you’ll find at the bottom.