Memoirs Of A Teenage Heart

Please, Don't Let Me Go

Please, Don't Let Me Go

He talks to me

as if he knows that

I am going to leave,

so he answers me

in a way that pulls me

beneath the tidal wave

of his words.

And I know he hopes

that the sea’s treasure

will be enough to 

keep me submerged.

But I talk to him

as if he is air

and I, the wilted lungs

that crave his caress.

He talks to me as if I’m leaving,

and I plea with him to let me stay.