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What’s happening?
Can someone tell me.
We’re swimming in the red water of algae.
Infected by lies, the waters current driven by confusion,
the waters roaring every time we speak.

I can’t really breathe well down here, down where you left me.
The lies make it suffocating and the waters foggy.
When I reach the bottom of these waters, I let go and find myself floating up again towards the shore.
Back to the sun, the stars, the warmth.
I don’t know how much longer this will happen for.
Drowning, before I let go and won’t float up.

Everytime you say something sweet, or so I thought, the red gets darker.
When will our sea get blue?
Where the waves are shallow and the water can only get warmer with every breathe we take.
Where the current doesn’t roar but is only steady with our heartbeats.

I’m coming up. I’m letting go.
I need to know the truth.
Tell me

What did it feel like to consume me?
To possess my spirit, mind, and soul.
To slither inside my veins uninvited.
To settle into my pulse
Make my body your powerhouse

Make yourself at home
I said
I love you
I said
Forever
You said

I said
You said
Until I said too much
And you didn't say enough
You put me in a suitcase
Left me with a carcass
My veins empty,
My pulse nonexistent.

Tell me,
What does it feel like to carry a human soul that doesn't belong to you?
These walls, these four walls they keep him alive.
I sit in them, I look around, I wait to hear his voice, to see him stroll across the room.
Throw the door open mid afternoon and throw himself onto the bed next to me.
Cascading waves of kisses on my body, clutching my waist, running his fingers threw my hair, losing himself with me, neither of us knowing what we're doing, nobody caring, the world was ours, the night was ours.
These walls, these same four walls, they taunt me with weaknesses I now posses.
They flash images of the last time I saw him, screaming his last words at me,
"I think we should stop this."
I turn to the other wall, it continues the nightmare.
"I love you, you know that right?"
I sit up and cover my eyes.
*"I think we should see other people."
"I'm just not sure this is right anymore."
"We're done Lisa, it's over." *


These walls, these dreaded four walls, they keep me prisoner to my thoughts.
They put shackles around my feet, handcuff my arms, and rip out my soul to play with.
They drag it back and fourth, my body playing monkey in the middle, running for survival every time I see his smile
When I feel a warm breath on my neck
A nibble on my ear.
My body, it yearns for life, for passion, for lust.
My body, it fights for its life, drained and confused, numb, yet ambitious.

— The End —