By: Connor Gonzales
Have you ever played Marco Polo in a pool?
That’s how i feel about love sometimes.
I yell “Marco” at the top of my lungs but i never hear “Polo.”
I feel as if I’m stumbling around in a pool of confusion and frustration just looking for something or someone to help pull me out. Like trying to find a corner in a circular room.
No end to the madness.
And when u feel lifted something drags you back down. Feels like you’re drowning but everyone around you is breathing just fine. Trying to swim against a current to strong to survive on your own.
People tell me “keep ur head up”.
Well my legs are tired an all this kicking is killing me. Knowing that the love u had has been lost or is just out of your reach. It is painful. But none of it is physical. Being emotionally broken hurts just as much or worse in alot of cases.
You end up pushing the people you love most away because you’re not sure what else to do or how to handle the situation you’re in.
You don’t mean to, it just happens.
Then once you try to regain what you’ve lost nobody understands.
Its an endless cycle.
But once you finally hear that polo.
You feel joy as if someone has hear your cry. It doesn’t come often but when you know its there, you know you have found happiness.
So you hold on hoping they don’t let u go. Some people have that love. Others are still screaming Marco,
still listening for that polo.