My soul is lost adrift
Atop an ocean of blood
Gushing out from the heart
You severed from my chest
Still beating, even though it's split in two
One, a pulverised mar
Two, a battered thing
Pumping out the last drops they have to give
Futilely thinking they're still together
And even on this ocean
Of bitter, boiling blood
My heart has emptied gallons more
Than yours ever could
Because that's how it goes
It's always more for me
More effort, emotion, engagement
That is my curse
A destructive gift
All of it's inconsequential
What a waste of time
All for the pursuit of three little words
You never meant them how I thought you did
Assumed escape from cynicism
To have it tumbling right back
An anvil discarded from the sky
Engulfed within flaming waters
Waves too high, too high
Spinning, writhing, disorientating
Far, far away from anything
As the swallowing sea stills
Wonder what's the fucking point?
A slow, lapping tide
Pulling oh-so slowly
At the gaping hole of abyss within
Atop my fragile raft
Of wrecked dreams
Roped together in this flimsy craft
In the far-off distance
I see the pieces of my heart
Dragged down
Begin to drown
In ravenous, red depths
Of its own creation
As I drift
Drift
Drift
Further and further
Away
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Tales of Bygone Lovers
PoetryThis is the collection of poems and song lyrics I wrote during and after my first three relationships and one of my crushes. Although some of them will be soppy, all of them were written to help me express my feelings at the time. One of the only go...
