God, it takes so long
to get to where
you want to be,
doesn't it?
All for it to crumble
in a second.
All it takes is for a single
thing to go wrong,
and everything else
seems that way.
You can't help it -
I know you can't.
The voices in your head,
so harsh and loud,
I'd snuff them out
like a candle if I could.
But oh,
I fear they've become
a wildfire
spreading through your head,
burning your skin and
setting your soul
up in flames.
I'd carry you into water,
into the deep sea,
in hopes to put
the fire out.
I love you,
you know
that I do.
Despite my of my fear of drowning,
I will go under
for you.
Breathe,
my darling,
take the hot
and the cold
as it comes,
but never let it
take you.
cold and burnt out
YOU ARE READING
Titles are Overrated
PoesíaThis is the equivalent of Notes app on your phone, so yeah, exposing myself. I guess it's considered poetry. Enjoy. :)