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It's like my heart can't contain you. It's like I've let go of what was needed to let go of to let you in. And it's beyond my expectations like slipping my feet into the beach and finding my toes underneath soft, warm sand warmed by the sun. And for so long I've denied myself happiness. And for so long I've forced this picture that what I want is better than what I truly need. And I'm trying to understand why I had to give up one failed romantic relationship in order to find another that is a hundred times better. I realized that I had fallen in love with my own poetry I'd fallen in love with myself again and again and again never truly allowing myself to fall in love with anyone in reality because my fantasies were so much better. And then I met you the beach, the sand, the cold lip of water lapping against my ankles the submersion of water, salt, seaweed, and foam your warm hand in my own fingers latching the beautiful sunrise softly, strongly touching a horizon stretching so many miles away but in one swift look I saw balance. I saw joy. I saw the colors I've always loved and hoped to see one day. It's like my heart can't contain you. And the ocean is calling me home. That giant expanse of glistening water reflecting the sun's willful welcome as a new day begins so daunting so beautiful so overwhelming in its stark grandness so familiar this feeling. It's like I've known you for a very long time. It's like I've found myself smiling with the waves now pressing against my gut white sea foam dissolving quickly tickling my torso making me laugh loud belly laughs mouth stretched wide and daring teeth showing eyes crinkling body shaking legs trembling The ocean of your love is calling me home. Am I ready to dive deeper? Am I ready to submerge not just my torso but my head as well? What if I can't breathe underwater? What if I can't open my eyelids? It's like my heart can't contain you. But then I touch my neck and find gills. But then I touch my eyes and find goggles. And then I know that I'm ready to dive.
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Mar 18, 2017
Mar 18, 2017 at 1:25 PM UTC
Paramour to Paradise
It's like my heart can't contain you. It's like I've let go of what was needed to let go of to let you in. And it's beyond my expectations like slipping my feet into the beach and finding my toes underneath soft, warm sand warmed by the sun. And for so long I've denied myself happiness. And for so long I've forced this picture that what I want is better than what I truly need. And I'm trying to understand why I had to give up one failed romantic relationship in order to find another that is a hundred times better. I realized that I had fallen in love with my own poetry I'd fallen in love with myself again and again and again never truly allowing myself to fall in love with anyone in reality because my fantasies were so much better. And then I met you the beach, the sand, the cold lip of water lapping against my ankles the submersion of water, salt, seaweed, and foam your warm hand in my own fingers latching the beautiful sunrise softly, strongly touching a horizon stretching so many miles away but in one swift look I saw balance. I saw joy. I saw the colors I've always loved and hoped to see one day. It's like my heart can't contain you. And the ocean is calling me home. That giant expanse of glistening water reflecting the sun's willful welcome as a new day begins so daunting so beautiful so overwhelming in its stark grandness so familiar this feeling. It's like I've known you for a very long time. It's like I've found myself smiling with the waves now pressing against my gut white sea foam dissolving quickly tickling my torso making me laugh loud belly laughs mouth stretched wide and daring teeth showing eyes crinkling body shaking legs trembling The ocean of your love is calling me home. Am I ready to dive deeper? Am I ready to submerge not just my torso but my head as well? What if I can't breathe underwater? What if I can't open my eyelids? It's like my heart can't contain you. But then I touch my neck and find gills. But then I touch my eyes and find goggles. And then I know that I'm ready to dive.
sienna-luna
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Mar 18, 2017
Mar 18, 2017 at 1:25 PM UTC
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