the blue sky overwhelmed your face and absorbed it
stealing your
saltwater chapped lips,
your smokey eyes and hands
that felt so much like letting go.
i went out too far into the ocean
until it consumed me
and my hair turned red and tangled with seaweed;
my mouth was filled with the bitter nostalgia of the morning
i woke up
and your room was empty.
i choked and i choked,
my lungs filling with water
i am so dehydrated without you
if only i could drown in the ocean
before you swallowed my heart
YOU ARE READING
horribly beautiful ✔️
Poésiepeople write about things that do not happen. they will romanticize this world in hopes of filling themselves up. they write like their words are food. but i have always written to empty myself completely. i will romanticize feeling nothing. jun...
