thoughts ≠ sx

same mistakes

you and me,
baby
how are we at all
surviving
my head's underwater
and i can't breathe
but the your lips taste salty
so i feel safe here
clothed in darkness by ocean
the depths lurk around my ankles,
already wrapping around
eager to rip me under
when you let go
and this
this feeling
is
trust.

there's a reason
i have trust issues,
as i watch you glance down
from the beautiful pier
where we first kissed
at my bitten nails
and my tear-stained
(maybe just the sea)
face and the blue that looks
so gray against the pretty waters

but your image is
surface level
as you reason that i'm
better off down there
because i'm not at all,
and it's selfish
for you to try and make
my decisions
for me.

i'm holding on,
murmuring don't let me go
like a cliché movie

and you're the
tattooed
cigarette
love of my life,

and i'm not
good enough.

and you let go,
and as i'm pulled,
you whisper words
that blame me for my
own misery,
as if i made
myself unloveable.

and i believe them.

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dedicated to aldc5sos for the gorgeous cover with an equally as gorgeous boy on it, thank you bunches xx

five points if you know where the title comes from !!

if i could fly,
sx