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Made love to the puddles
Formed by imaginary friends
Imaginary rain clouded minds
Imaginary people
Imaginary boundaries
Keeping ones heart away
Ripping
Tearing
Bursting at the seams

Water pours into a glass
A pessimistic stream
Filled to the brim
But claims a half empty life
Uncovering skeletons
Digging up a half buried knife

A body a waterfall
Pressurized, cascading
A river of consciousness
Floodgates, brainwaves
High tide, kisses the shore
Like clasping clammy hands
Nervous souls
Too afraid to try
Too afraid to dive
Not afraid to die
even nights like this seem redundant
sleep escapes and once again I find myself
staring at my bedroom walls
trying to grasp the beauty of anything

my lips are numb against ice cold glass of something strong, yet tasteless
tastes like memories, fading
tastes like you but bittersweet

I close my eyes
I am walking on thin sheets of ice inching forward
I hear your laugh
echoing, slipping away, sliding under
I sink....dark....cold...engulfing
I cannot breathe
I've learned to love a love of suffocating
brown eyes pulled me far too deep
I won't make it back up for air
I learned to live a love where missing you is involuntary
I now think to breathe

but darling
I have shaky hands
you have eager eyes
and darling
the light begins to dim
I was not ready for our demise
I
kept trying
this love was dying
darling you have eager eyes but they don't want me
they want something else
always wanting something else
someone else
someplace else
not here
darling
were you ever here
posted this on youtube as my first spoken word poem
eager eyes // spoken word poetry

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