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I used to be able to hold the tides.
They bent to my will,
With absolute ease.
Now, they pull me under.
Deep down, I always knew -
Water would betray me.
She was another heartless soul
wondering around waiting,
waiting for a love that would save her
from her imprisonment.
Deep, dead, shackled and hopeless
he had her captured,
another skeleton in the graveyard of the hearts he stole.

She was in love with a demon
in all his evil ways she couldn't stay away
she was a feign, for the pain
addicted to this love laced in cyanide.
He knew his power, consciously poisoning her spirit, stealing her innocence and manipulating her mind...

Breeze ©
for anyone dealing with toxic love



(C) 2016. Copyrighted 31 August 2016. Breeze. All rights reserved. Please quote poem with author name, poem title and date published if sharing to external sites without the link or/and if sharing an excerpt of the poem
Everything is that deep for me
I have oceans inside
swells in my chest
the tides have been beating
I can't keep waves in my hand
but I have handfuls of what I can keep

Why does everything feel like it's going to pull me under?
I wish we never met
Even if fate led us there.
I wish we never talked
Even if the words came easy.
I wish we let silence win
Even if the conversation pulled us in.
I wish we never saw the signs
Even if they glowed so bright.
I wish we never felt that spark
Even if it burned so right.

But everything happened
And still, I wish I could turn back time
Even if I would never know you at all.
Hold me close to your chest,
and slit my throat

With my final gasp of air,
i'd say "i'm sorry for staining your shirt"
Sometimes,
you back up into a corner,
not knowing what else to do—
you feel terribly alone,
and terribly blue.

You—
alone and blue,
backed into a corner.

Just remember—
feeling alone and blue,
you have backed into a very strong corner,
and life has your back.

So stand,
just a moment,
and breathe—just breathe
and know—
you are not so alone,
and not so blue.
I have longed for you,
long before the journey began.

I carry you with me,
though my lips dare not speak.

You love to linger
beneath the vast blue sky,
watching the lake in stillness.

You always hide behind the green leaves,
never letting me catch a glimpse.

I have loved you,
long before we ever met.

— The End —