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Azariah Apr 2020
Loving you was like diving head first in the deep end of the swimming pool.
I did not know how to swim.

And you watched me
As I inhaled water while searching for air,
As my limbs tried to transform into paddles,
As my voice drowned in the waves that I created.

You slowly moved towards the shallow end
And somehow I followed you.

I am still choking on the water I swallowed,
But I know how not to drown.
There's always something you learn from being in a relationship with someone, whether it's about yourself or about life or a new skill... there's always something you learn.
  Apr 2020 Azariah
themisunderstood
You were my queen and yours was my heart
The one who completed my missing part
Your name was my one-word poetry
but your demise is my greatest tragedy
Azariah Apr 2020
You
I used to write poems about you
while waiting for you to come back.
So I can show you how I felt.

Now I write poems on paper
So they can stack up and form a wall
That you no longer have the power to destroy.

When you finally show up I will not be able to see you anymore.
Azariah Apr 2020
I don't just have scars...
I have memories tattooed onto my skin.
I have emotions attached to my heart and imprinted onto my skin.
They are conversation starters that say all that needs to be said.

But they don't ask...
I have a very apparent scar, that may be unappealing to some. Which is okay...I mean it's not like I can change it. I can only change how I feel about it.
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