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bone brittle

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they say that love is like an ocean and you can feel the waves
filling up your stomach, saltwater rolling against your nervous system.
they say that when you're in love and you curl your toes in pleasure
you can feel wet sand between them, warm against the skin.

but your love was like a desert.

our love left me parched, throat raw, the taste of grit in my mouth.
my stomach empty, growling for some sort of sustenance,
something you always refused to give me when i needed it most.
you told me you loved me, like a mirage floating amongst our heat.

if love is like an ocean then you were loneliness, i guess.
every saltwater tear you cried evaporated into thin air.
you were the Sahara and i was the Atlantic.

we collided every time we met.
i cried a little when i wrote this.

and i guess i'm not exactly addressing one certain person here (maybe i am, shutup), but more on the fact that a lot of times i give so much love to get nothing in return.  i always try to give 110% of myself to someone, everyone, and i just expect the same, and you can't do that.

and so, i don't know.

i just get tired of loving people.
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anaroid16's avatar
"we collided every time we met" is a very lovely sentence!