12.13.16 E.Z
It is your deep-set eyes that captivate me first. Saturated limestone waters that captivate my thirst. I keep my head above the wave lines, the weight of your waters will not swallow me, i will not drown in you.
scribbled out thoughts, I'll write first what I intend to say; but it never works that way.
You are no ordinary occurrence, a brisk Alaskan sunrise; encroaching in daylight's blushing gleam. A beginning I wasn't ready for.
Guide me to your darkest depths with your currents. Not a rough draft, nor a planned breakup; not some boy I want to push away after I've revealed too much of myself to.
A tongue swelling, awkward, stuttering heartache; you are a glorified catastrophe dripping in golden promises. a disaster that couldn't have gone more smooth.
And I, am drawn to adversity; like lightning's toxicity to sea, I will swim out to it and allow the density of your waters to open my broken-ness.
YOU ARE READING
The Other Person Project
Poetrythe answer is yes. it will always be yes. you will always be the words. [(format) This originally started as a secret project I took on senior year, in high school. I wanted to write a poem about every single person in my class, eventually it becam...
