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Jun 2013
A part of me knew that this would happen,
his life was in flames,
burning bright and fast to ash.
Watching him burn made me feel whole,
I could be his anchor.
He could see,
I was a safe waiting to be cracked.
That I needed him so much more,
then I put on.
As long as he spoke the right lies
and emptied the time left,
he would get the combination.
Is that what he did?

Drowning
in his depth of troubled tides
that I've created.

Lost
my grip once in,
this unfamiliar place
that we've built.

Trying
to hold on to what is good,
as I trail on Davy Jones
scratchy rock bottom.

He'll
never need me
to be embedded in the cool sand.

The belly of the ocean
isn't as dark as it seems.
I can see the white light surface
the glass blocks.
Prisoner from reality in this
relationship utopia.
Everything
is as real as it seems.
Sharks always swarm
once someone bleeds.
Caroline K
Written by
Caroline K  Montana
(Montana)   
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