He was like a lost puppy staring in my eyes
He was foolish for searching for shallows found in eyes like hers
I had warned him time and time again of coming back to rich waters and expect for there not to be a price for him to pay- he did not get to leave and try to tread in the place he left off.
Because although her and I both had eyes of chocolate.
Mine had depth
And I'd grown tired of reminding him to look away or drown;
I was not a kiddie pool for his feet.
He was to cannonball and submerge himself from head to toes
Or he was not to dip a fingertip into me at all.
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Poetry"I know that sometimes for people, I feel like too much; But let me kiss away the phantom pain that the scars remind you of, Let me kiss the burns on your hands, From when you touched the burning fire within my soul. Let me show you that yes, I am...
