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I left thee


I left thee in the waters of my cold and crashing words they descended on you- dark and foaming- as the world’s most bitter storm how dare you say good-bye! how dare you leave me to rot! You forced me to drown you with my disdainful speech so that you’d forget me not! the blue hands dragged you deep down, and left you floating breathless and without sound; all the salt and liquid hate filled you so that you’d always know it was I that let you drown but it was you that let go!
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Comments (3)

ocgrubbs
<p>Woah.... This poem is incredible.</p>
OliviaWenz
<p>It&#39;s called a metaphor; welcome to poetry.</p>
Hot Rod
<p>murderer</p>

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