waves; stylinson

five

april 29th, 2014

i'm drowning.

in seas of green.

and barely theres,

of morning hellos.

and picture shows,

the sound of your voice when you've just woken up.

the way your kisses are like a dot to dot,

on my freckled skin.

and we're happy and in love,

until my patience starts to wear thin.

i start to notice habits,

but they aren't the sort you can wipe away.

like a 'morning after the night before' memory,

you don't treat me like you used to.

and the freckles on my skin have bruised friends,

most nights I wonder if this will ever end.

if the darkness will let in the light,

if the cracks will show.

i'm drowning.

falling to the depths below.

-Louis