you're beside me,
holding my heart in your hands
as you say the words I expected, yet feared ever so much.
they blur together,
like my vision,
as it's blocked by rivers and streams
that travel down my face and land
on your finger.
you're beside me,
but you're a thousand miles away
and I'm calling to you
but I can't find your face
under this indigo sea,
and I'm drowning
when I find you
and realize,
maybe you're drowning too
or maybe you have this whole time
and now you can finally breathe.
YOU ARE READING
enigmatic
Poetryen·ig·mat·ic /ˌenəɡˈmadik/ adjective difficult to interpret or understand; mysterious. Just a collection of my shitty writing I like to call poetry. How unfortunate. (I am also rather edgy and depressed here so tw for some people but I promise I'm a...
