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dadens Feb 2019
heartbreak has the depth of the ocean-

at first, it is all-encompassing
swallowing you whole as you sink deeper and deeper
everything begins to go dark as the light on the surface begins to fade into blackness

but as you fall into heartbreak, you almost get comfortable while
the darkness and lack of air engulf you.

you grasp for air but with every gulp you take, you begin to drown until you feel nothing but emptiness in every crevice of your body

but to some extent,
you like it.

as the agony and darkness take over, you accept where you are and believe there is no way up now that you've fallen so far.

and when you close your eyes for what feels like the final time, the light breaks the calm surface and you rise up to taste the sweet air once again.
© d.a.dens
dadens Jan 2019
there comes a point when you begin to overflow with love

you've watered your soul so much that you no longer need to receive love to find joy

now,
now you need to give love to feel the light

but what happens if you don't have anyone to love with your overwhelmingly full soul?

does the love inside you begin to go cold?
it can't go unnoticed for too long...

but how can that be? can someone truly harden because they have no way to satisfy their need of giving love?

i guess time will tell
© d.a.dens
dadens Jan 2019
I wrote about you for the same reason I photographed you

Because even though we aren't the same people now

You're the same person I fell in love with on the old pages of my journal

But instead of being wrapped in your arms, the words on my pages hold me close and bring warmth to my heart, much like you used to

The photographs of you pull up the corners of my lips to create a soft nostalgic smile, though my eyes start to pool in the corners

Not tears of sadness, but of melancholy remembrance for how much has changed since the ink dried on my pages

Tears that remind me why I write and capture

So that I can relive the moments I held dearest and preserve those who walked down my path with me, no matter where they veered off on their own, they'll always remain the same in my story.
© d.a.dens
dadens Dec 2018
hour by hour the morning turns into afternoon and the afternoon turns into evening

and I don’t think of you.

the evening fades into the depth of night as i’m driving down a dark empty road.

the memories of us begin to flood in and suddenly i’m drowning;

until dawn saves me again.
© d.a.dens
dadens Dec 2018
Looking back, you say that you did everything right and fought for me till the end, but the thing is you fought once I had already surrendered.

You started fighting after I stopped caring.

I checked out and you moved in.

So now we look in the rearview and you think I had impossible expectations but you were just two steps behind my needs, so I had two feet out of the door before you had any inclination where I was going or that I wouldn't return.
© d.a.dens
dadens Dec 2018
I thought I'd be okay without you.
I didn't think you'd be okay without me.

In both cases, I was wrong.
© d.a.dens
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