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Sep 15
This is not what we thought it was
This is not a poem about love
I promised you I would write our love to the stars__
But what could I write if that was not what we thought?

I gave you half of my fried chips
Shared other foods
As my bed and my heart
But all you did was take it and leave
When you felt satisfied.

I don't see the fairness in this
Miss the smell you had in the mornings
Soft maritime lull mixed with pumpkin pie
My favorite childhood memory
I could hear birds singing in my ear
When you whispered at it.

In the end all I had
Was my body thrown into the sea
Tempestuous and deep sea
I could see the lightnings through it
As my body was taken by the waves.

I'm a little drunk, trembling like the touch of your fingers
Before throwing me overboard
Without shouting that there I was
On the verge of drowning.

I asked you before all that
Turn me into the memory you would never ever forget
Lock me in your depths and keep me there
As I will do until I die
Drowned by the love you said it was.
Written by
Anna  F/Brazil
(F/Brazil)   
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