Thump.
Thump.
Thump.
I hear my hearbeat through my skin
and I cry
because I am alive.
The pressure in my head does not
lessen or fade.
I become engulfed by a calamitous wave.
I roll and roll.
I am dizzy.
I shake.
And my chest breaks when I realize
the person I want to run to the most,
the person I want to save me,
is you.
-God, I fucking miss you.
1/23/15
12:36 p.m.
YOU ARE READING
we were calamitous
Poésie"you and i were meant to collide like silken streaks across the velvet sky, we were meant to burn burn burn and rise up again from the ashes."
