i got a fear of something more
because i don't trust myself
i don't like myself in deep waters
i drink them in like i'm dying of thirst
touch-starved
and i think it's an ugly sight
so i stick to dry land-
until you drew me into the shallow end
and i already felt the water in my lungs
but you got out before i could swim to you
and now i watch you-
clean and dry-
from deep waters
you should have never looked at me that way
or spoken with river-soaked voice
as if the water had made love to you
and now i'm not the same
and i'm trying to make my way to cold shore
because you left me in these deep waters
and i'm filling up
sinking like a stone
but you're just a friend
(i got a fear of something more)
so i have to make it out
and dry you off of my skin
one drop at a time
so i can be a better friend
and be more careful not to fall in
(i'm terrified of your deep waters)
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Dysphoria
Poetry"I dreamt I grew roots and sunk into deep earth, Where mud became my skin and dampened grains freckled my surface, I opened my mouth wide for the sprouting branches Leaf-speckled limbs And sunflowers blossomed from my eyes, Sunlight bled in waves, w...
