This Water I Drink is Like a Pool

This water I drink is like a pool.

I can feel the residue that I know comes from                                                                        others.

 

It looked so pure,

Fog rolling off its surface cool 

 

Too bad

 

Dwelling within are a hiss and slithers.

 

Entered my lips like a                                                                                                                               

 

 stolen kiss.

I

DIDN’T

WANT

THIS

WATER

 

 

 

 

 

 

Or did I…..?

 

Was I the one urging for its presence?

 

I never asked for it.

 

 

This water was                                                   thrust                                                                         upon me.

 

 

 

It shimmered like a chalice                                                                                  cured my broken hearted smile

 

 

So much malice                                                                                                          it was his smile that broke my

Soul

 

 

 

I built a dam                                                                                                                 with nothing behind it

                                                                            

                                                                               

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

                                                                              But a hole

 

 

None shall enter here I say

 

I pushed them all away

Anything to get rid                                                 of    

                                                                                          of     

                                                                                                 of                                                  

 my memories           

                                              

                                                                                       him  

His                                                               smell

                                                                                               touch  

                                                                                                                                that look in his eye

I was tricked by a gleam

                                                                                                                                                                               

 

 

 

 

 

                                                                                                                                                                                I thought it was

a shimmer

 

Now I’m plagued by                                                                                                      

 

nightmares

 

and white cars                                                                                  

 

 

 

Never

  Again

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I etched it                                                                                                                                             upon my heart

 

Before the water

 

It                                                                                  

 

 

 

 

 

 reached through the cracks

 

 

 

 

There were no more stitches

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

                                                                      A n d t o r e m e a p a r t

 

 

Yes.

I brought upon myself a great betrayal for one reason

Trusting my heart

instead of instinct

brought me resentment

 

Now I can no longer wash it                                            clean

 

I open my mouth wide

There’s a darkness inside

It makes others

 

cringe and turn away

 

I try to speak

to tell them why

 

to ask                                                          

for someone to quench my                                                                                                                         thirst

 

 

Silence

 

 

 

                                                                         This water I drink is like a pool. 

This poem is about: 
Me

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