What was it like to love him?
They asked again
Loving him was like diving into the depths of the water without any hesitation not fearing if the water would swallow me i just trusted that if i took the risk; if I risked my fragile heart into loving you, everything would be alright
Being in love with him however is like being engulfed by the endless liquid
Drowning in his affections
Drowning in his fragrance
Drowning in his love
Suffocating in him
Losing him was like the way your lungs would go weak when the water was too much; when he became too much
Letting go of him was finally being able to breathe after the long dive but— at the same time disappointed wishing i had stayed a little longer; to cherish the water welcoming me to its domain
Drowned a little later; to feel the water enter my lungs be part of me
Loved a little better; so our stars could've aligned even in a parallel universe
So we could've been
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PoetryRead and try it Take it or leave it I dunno how to call my writing I'm not confident enough to call it poetry but it is words that i have put together to make a paragraph and thought it'd sounded pretty good for someone like me soooooooooooo
