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CR Bohnenkamp Feb 2016
Sometimes, I dream about the ocean

How the currents pull me under and I’m left gasping for air

Only to ingest the salt water poison that is my love.

I reach the ocean floor.

There’s a gap, a crack that leads downwards

A never-ending whirlpool swoops me in, and there is no escape

You see, I am convinced, that this dream started when I was drowning in my tears

Fighting, like the only way to keep you is to reach the surface,

Sinking, my love knows no depths, and I keep spiraling down

Always loving people who will never love me back

Probably, because I am so broken, and ****** up, that I was never supposed to reach these depths to begin with

I was supposed to drown, but I fell in love instead.

My type is the person who will hurt me

Who has never known love like I have

Who can never fight for me because they’ll only end up drowning themselves

I will never be the first person to leave, I never learned how.

I forgive too easily; the salt has scraped away my ability to differentiate between honest mistakes and abuse.

I’d like to say that I love unconditionally, but the truth is I love recklessly

But I will never apologize, and because I’m always the one getting my heart broken, it means I never have to.

I may be the one to always love more, but it has allowed me to see the depths of something, so beautiful, something so magical it pulls me under.

You may think I’m drowning, but salt water is an acquired taste.
HeatherBeth Jan 2016
She was everything I wanted to be
No wonder I questioned my sexuality
But to find she might be into me?
My heart couldn't help but skip a beat

I was set on being her everything
Four years I batted my eyes
And watched as she fell for others
As she let them between her thighs

As young people will do
I fell for others to
But she was always there in my heart
My feelings always true

Lover apon lover
Cracked and broke me down
Slowly I lost myself
Slowly I began to drown

But I still loved them
Just as I loved her
But how could I love both
And for that I was unsure

Finally one day
I got my chance
After so long in denial
She had given me a second glance

I showed her what I could do
And she fell before me
She fell FOR ME
But it wasn't what I hoped it would be

For once in so long
I found that I didn't want her
And finally my life
Wasn't such a blur


Because I wanted him
And only him
I wanted him so much
That my love for her actually grew dim

I realized that day
That it wasn't about what you were
It was about who you were
Yes finally I was sure

So many people
talk about what they like
But I found that I like whos not whats
I'm not straight I'm not "****"

I am who I am
And I'm everything I want to be
And she helped me realize that
She helped me find me
Timothy Ward Jan 2016
do you ever
stop
for a moment
from your lurid glances
through beady middle aged eyes
sweaty palms groping feverishly
through my nylon soccer shorts
at junior boys' camp,
do you ever
stop
to think
beyond your own
abusive selfish intentions
to a world
beyond
your decrepit
**** *******
rotten soul?
do you ever stop?
I share this autobiographical poem in the hope that it helps other survivors and STOPS any abusers! I am 21 now and at peace with myself, but it's a rough road strewn with anger and bitterness and demons from the past haunting the present. You can get over it and you can move forward and I'm still writing my story... :)
TedH415 Oct 2015
You wake up
snow
its snowing
sweat pants, hoodie with no t-shirt, heavy beanie
a steamy car awaits out front
two faces inside
familiar but you don’t know them
...really know them...
tracks in the snow pressed into the streets
you're cold
you're hot
you're sweating
you're crawling
you're skin feels like spiders
it will all be better in a little while
everything you worked for this week will pay off
to lie.
to steal.
money gained
money lost
all you want is a quick little taste
a taste of something greater
of what you think life should be
perfect
no life is perfect
you need perfection
you need stability
this is your stability
you pull up
blacked out cadillac parks
he gets out
tall black face
taped up shoes
****** up face
he sits in
how many?
3
3 bundles
your problems have already passed
they passed the second you saw that car roll up
it was the security you needed
the security you wanted
and now
in your hand
is all the security you’ll ever need
you were searching for it
waiting
and you found it
white powdered gold at the end of the rainbow..
******.
TedH415 Oct 2015
Heated passion engrosses your every nerve, exploding sensations through your entire body.

You're so in love that nothing matters. Heavens bliss shining down on you constantly.

Heated arguments implement an impression of hate into every tissue of your embodiment.

The absolute definition of what you have come to call a “relationship”… Heaven and Hell.

— The End —