the tide.

I realize all those years that I held him
He was never really mine
I could not truly catch him
The way you can not catch the tide

Can't put it in a pocket
Can't hold in both hands
try to capture the ocean 
it will slip through your fingers
Until all that's left is sand.

A million little pieces
From my wet hands they fall.
Left with the words we thought we meant
But they had no meaning at all

I fell down and reached for his hand
And it was always there
He'd pick me up and push me down
And I was always there.

My heart goes out to him now
It's five in the am
But he avoids my words
Because now were hardly friends.

I used to think he was mine
That god gave that smile to me
But now I realize I can't hold him
The way I can't hold the sea.

Reviews

[MusicManiac]

Hi there!

This poem was very pleasant to read, thank you for sharing it! I loved how the metaphor of the ocean carried throughout the entirety of the poem! Works related to romance always catch my heart and I enjoyed reading this very much!

~MusicManiac

[cellardork]

thank you
:)

[MusicManiac]

You're very welcome!