"Go on, go on your way
And I will push you into the lake
Said focus all your rage I guess
Before I push you"
the seemingly endless summer was as long as the path that we trailed down the overgrown train tracks.
i don't believe in those summers anymore.
they make my head hurt and my throat sore.
the pool of murky water was just below us from a 20 foot distance, one i would encounter to try and end my existence.
swinging from the rope tied securely to a tree, we plunged in one after one.
i swallowed down the offending liquid as i flailed like a fish out of water. suffocating, my body started going limp.
rushing over, he swam to me.
raising me above his head, reassuring me with "you'll be okay"
if only those words would be said to me, today.
walking home, we never spoke of the event, a secret my mother still has yet to discover.
YOU ARE READING
the way i see things
Poetrystories aren't in order, I just write what comes to mind.
