The Ocean

He was like the ocean.
So calming.
So beautiful.

Each breath in and out
like the dependable tide.
In him I wanted to hide.

He was never-ending.
He was limitless.
It was crystal clear.

But then the sea turned dark.
And I remembered,
He was like the ocean.

So mysterious.
So immense.
So destructive.

That’s when the sea split before me,
Our boats rocked by the current, separated.
His heart to be vacated.

He was like the ocean.
And I drifted endlessly on him,
Not knowing I’d already drowned.

©coffeefuelledproser

L.B.B

What is a girl to do
when she becomes but a number?
A notch on the bed post?
Oh! what a host!

Host? Host! Yes that’s what I said,
oh I’m sorry did you want your name mentioned
on the basis we shared a moment,
a moment in bed?

Well, respect goes two ways,
‘Just like her legs’
But no respect here was given,
So no, you’re not forgiven.

Dirty? Dirty! Yes that’s how I feel,
used and abused to give you a thrill.
I cannot begin to wrap my head
around something so utterly surreal.

So I hope that you wrote it all in detail
in that little black book.
I hope you got every little detail noted,
Because it’s all you’ll have now I’m no longer devoted.

Amissa

A Choice

I try not to hate you,
for your way with words.
How they take flight from your mouth,
like a flock of birds.

But when the silence starts,
this feeling seems worse.
My fingers are shaking and my heart it is racing,
It feels to me like it is a curse.

For what do you do,
when you just want some space?
Yet you don’t want to lose,
his smiling face.

For a bit of time alone,
you would not abuse.
But in the end,
You have got him to lose.

So choose?