Poems from OceanEyesBlueTides
I used to have an account under the name "The Frozen Arsonist" when I was a teenager and just wanted to start over, but you can check that out if you want to see earlier content
I was drawn to her
because I think I knew we were
the same.
Dry senses of humor covered up
deep seeded sadness (and insecurities).
I...
Air hot like an oven-
a sticky kind of hot.
The terms "humid" and "muggy"
to be used liberally
for the entire season.
The summer marked...
How weird;
I used to come to you crying
with a splinter in my finger.
Now I avoid your presence
as if you were an active hornet's nest.
You pulled my clothes of
because you said I didn't have pajamas.
Then you pushed my legs open-
not with your hands-
but with your...
Memories of being miserable
taint all my favorite places.
Like seeing someone
that makes you uneasy
for the first time in years.