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This was written during my senior year of high school. It's one of the first poems I ever wrote.

Submitted: November 07, 2018

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Submitted: November 07, 2018





I was her vessel. 

Although she climbed aboard unwarranted.


She scuffed my deck with her heels 

because I let her.


It was an endless party with her aboard.

Though I couldn't see past the crew

that crowded around her as she danced.


Her drunken laughter still bounces off of my walls. 

Though she never finished her drink one night,

as it later spilled and stained my carpet 

when we hit a massive swell.


She always offered to steer,

but I always said no.

I should have let her steer. 

She should have made me let her steer...


We hit a sandbar,

and now here I sit, alone in the water

watching otherfish nibble at her skirt.


I’m watching her fall apart.

I’m watching the water absorb her. 


And her eyes are open. 

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