you say that when
i look at you,
the whirlpools within
my eyes of blue
draw you in and
you become stuck
to them like a magnet;
that you drown;
but you can't help but
drink in the salty tides
that i seem to produce.
my tides have been
soaring for years now;
and have receded as
i have cut myself
off from the world,
i am merely a pollutant—
destroying rivers and ponds
from the inside out;
beautiful clear pools
become more stagnant
as the days go by.
but, when you touch me,
when you kiss me,
when you hold me,
the tides rise.
and on the day i learned
that you had someone else
the entire time,
my tides recede, but
form tsunami waves of
emotion, and return to
shore quickly and ferociously.
these tsunami waves
create a mass chain
of destruction,
innocent people
drowning in my tides,
more unforgiving
than ever before.
the tides recede again,
and crash onto shore
in smaller shock waves,
again and again.
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Pleasure or Pain? (Poetry)
PoetryI call this my book of chaos; my sanctuary. When the turmoil inside of me resurfaces, when I've surpassed my tipping point, putting my jumbled thoughts and conflictions into words gives back the control I initially lost.
