Poems I write

My ocean

You seem to know me,
More than I even know myself,
It's as if you knew me all your life,
How we joked like childhood friends,
So why am I still figuring myself out?

My ocean is an everlasting storm,
The waves crashing in endless cold rage,
Obliterating the little boat of hope,
Destroying the remains,
Sinking it deeper into despair.

I have tried to cross,
Cross myself and get over it,
Only ending up suffocating in my hatred,
In my disgust, in my maze of anger.

But you, why did you try?
Why did you try to cross my sea?
Even if my monstrous waves held you back,
You still tried, why?

Only for you to see my true colours,
See how bad mouthed and idiotic I am,
View my countless ranting,
And how much of a bully I was.

But you stayed, why?
Because you where my friend?
If I was a stranger, would you even dare?

I swam to the top of the ocean,
I swam, trying to reach for a hand,
Anyone to help me, just anyone,
Only for the wave washing over me and pushing me back down.

The constant waves of hatred glide over my head,
The endless whispering in my ears,
The everlasting expectations,
Was... overwhelming.

I forgot who I was,
Anything to stop the pain,
Anything to stop the countless anxiety,
Anything to stop the noise buzzing,
Anything to stop the sleepless nights when I'm left alone with my thoughts.
Just anything!

But you came into my storm,
You dared to enter the stormy sea of hate.

After months of swimming to the surface and being let down,
There was the hand,
Your hand,
The hand that I've needed.

You where there,
With your eyes full of hope,
The unwavering warm smile plastered on your face,
Your honest voice and unsinkable personality.

I refused your help,
The sudden thought of effecting you brought a shiver up my spine,
I can't let you see who I was, who I am.

But you where as stubborn as I was,
Not letting go,
Not letting me sink back into the sea,
Not letting me wash away.

I couldn't help but feel safer,
Letting my problems go, felt like the sun has finally peaked over my cloudy sky,
Like my storm has come to an end,
The rain disappearing.

All it took was that one hand,
The hand that was brave enough to pull me out of my misery,
And my ocean is calm at last.

- msz1ggy

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Authors notes:

Not all poems rhyme, some do and some don't, but in the end, they are still a piece of work to be proud of. You can refer this to anyone really, a ship like drarry, solangelo or anything you like!

I was basing it off of me but then I realised that other characters could relate, maybe you guys can too?

Happy reading! - msz1ggy