Poems//Paris Grose

Tides change

Our love was an ocean, deep, strong and full of life, but there came a day, when the tides changed, and brought the ocean to its knees.

The waters turned dark, being polluted by your toxic love, intoxicating me with your drug of this love, making me lose sight of what was going on.

The weather turned cold, being chilled by your frigid personality, but you wrapped me up in a blanket of lies, so I fell for this polar disguise.

The life in the water died, being killed with the rejection you gave, not keeping it alive, but you isolated me away from the water, so I could never know, the love that was dying.

Then one day I broke free, I sobered from your drug, I saw past your disguise and I escaped the isolation where I was smothered in lies.

I caught sight of the violent dark waters, I felt the bitter weather and I found the dead life that was once very much alive.
I saw the toxic love, I saw the frigid personality and I saw the rejection you gave.

You left me drowning in this dark, freezing and barren ocean that you created and there was no one to save me, but I learned how to swim, I stopped feeling the cold and I new that I was lonely, but not ever alone.

I pulled my self together and changed the tides, I brightened the weather and made scorching skies.

I drew the sun to my body, and although it took time, I warmed up the waters, and let the water dance up to the sky.

The pit of where our love used to stand, grew a striking valley, and although the roots of the trees, that spread like the freedom I grew, soaked up more of the water you left, there still lies a deadly pool, of the deathly, icy and desolate water that you and only you created.

But sometimes when I wonder through the fields of our memories, the beautiful ones, the bright ones, the warm ones and the ones that were full of life, I stumble across the hallow pool that you left.

I think about how I could have changed this, how it was all my fault and I, the one who had been innocent all along, I blame myself.

In those moments I can't help but dive in and dive deep, deep, deep down until the sun above begins to fade and all the sound that surrounded is pushed away, and while the light and the sound begin to drown so do I.

I can't breathe, I can't see, and can't feel, I can't hear but I still have one sense left.
This sense is my taste and what I can taste is the bitter blood in my mouth coming up from my lungs, the lungs that are being filled with this familiar drug, this drug of your love and this drug though it is illicit in the state of my mind, it is being dealed around and is spreading like fire, and this burning desire I have to hear your voice say my name one last time is burning the lonely home inside me, and it feels as though the times you left me drowning in the ocean.

I resurface to the air, the air that is clean, and on the side of this pool, I lay with my sad lips turning grey, my blood that is frosting and my body almost lifeless and I lay there, and I pray, I pray to every god in the skies to dry the tears in my eyes and evaporate this love that is killing me.
P.G

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A/N
I re-wrote the ending to this. Originally, it is way shorter and the ending states that the love for him was completely gone and because this poem is about something in my life I realised that the love for him wasn't gone and I changed the ending to how I feel now, and honestly I think that this ending is better and more thoughtful.