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Riptide

January 27, 2016
By Anonymous

He plays with matches,
And I have a paper heart.
Like an ocean tide from his blues eyes
Washing me away.
I do not struggle
No.
I let the tides pull me under further and further
Because I know he’ll save me.
He always does.
He pulls me up at the last second,
And just when I thought I couldn't love him anymore.
But is this love?
It can't be.
Is it?
Does he feel the same way?
Of course not.
He is a galaxy and I am nothing but one of his stars.
I don't want to be friends.
I want him to kiss me as if my lips were air,
And he cannot breathe.
I want his arms to be a bed,
because oh dear God
I am just so tired and scared and sad
Because he doesn't see me the way I see him.
He is the humming in my veins
And I am nothing more than
The dust on his fingertips.
My affections comes fast and hard.
I can't get him off my mind and quite frankly,
It's driving me insane.
So please do not talk to me
For I fall in love so easily.
This is unhealthy.
I am too young for this.
Please make it stop.
Why don't we talk like we used to before?
You said we were friends.
I would rather have you as a friend
Than not have you at all.
Why am I so emotional?
I wish I could make you miss me
Like the way I miss you.
Just please,
Please do not abandon me.
Hold my bones together like you once did before.
I've never felt this way about anyone before.
I'm sorry for staring at you all the time.
I've tried to stop thinking about you
But everytime I look into those ocean blue eyes of yours
I drown a little bit inside.
And this time,
I don't think I can be saved.



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on Mar. 10 2016 at 5:25 pm
Queen_of_Mediocrity BRONZE, Houston, Texas
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Favorite Quote:
"If you don't know where you are going, any road will get you there." -The Cheshire Cat

I adore your use of the ocean metaphor as well as that of the galaxy. Thanks for sharing this poem!