I was the raindrop
and you were the ocean.
I lost myself
in cascading waves of emotion.
I could not breathe
and did not know it.
My soul pouring from my throat
in a fluid motion.
I could not stop myself from dying.
I COULD NOT STOP MYSELF FROM DYING.
I was the raindrop
and you were the ocean.
I did not save myself
for lack of trying.
I said keep me but I was crying.
I loved you
but lost my way in time.
I was the raindrop
and you were the ocean.
I died again today
but not for lack of trying.
I could not keep myself from dying.
My cup was empty
but yours was flowing.
I wished for love
and was found wanting.
Wow. I love this! A wonderful metaphor.
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Thank you. My heart was broken and I’m trying to navigate how I lost myself trying to love a man that didn’t care to keep me. Did any of that come through? I know poetry means something different to each reader.
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It did. As someone who was in a similar position about a year ago, I found myself thinking back to my own situation. So, in my personal opinion, the theme read very clear as well as raw and vulnerable. A job well done!
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Thank you!
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A wonderful read. I keep hearing music in my head as I made my way through the lines.
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I’m glad you liked it! I also had a melody when I wrote it.
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