I'm sinking in this
Ship I thought was setting sail
The right direction
I thought that you were
Steering it to paradise
That you wanted this
You mapped it out well
I didn't pay note to the
Traps being laid down
Pirating my heart
You got Gems and Rudy stones
Booty made of gold
My naïve laughter
Couldn't sense the waves getting
Rougher harder and
There was one life vest
A small boat of safety that
That you and I could fit
You screamed storm ahead
In the small boat before me
All vested up safe
While I stayed on deck
Thinking that we'd fight it back
To reach the land point
There was no vest left
There was only drowning and
I couldn't steer this
Ship back to harbor
I was too far out to go
Back to the starting
Point and we could have
Redirected to safety
Together but you
May have been afraid
You've had too many journeys
Mates abandoned you
So you did the same
Repeating their mistakes when
I was fully in
Prepared to fight back
But I'm navigating it
Alone and confused
Which direction that
I should go to escape this
Draining route you set
YOU ARE READING
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PoetryA series of personal haikus filled with love, heartbreak, trauma, life lessons, and in the moment spontaneous poems. TW: Some suicide & assault. I'll mark them with ⚠︎︎ in the title. Just skip them if you're not comfortable with them.
