it hit me the most
when Iam nearly-asleep
half awake half dead.
No one seem to care
how I badly want to swim out of
this deep thoughts.
my lungs forgot how to function
and the air is nowhere to be found.
Iam moving my hands and my feet and my
whole body so that
I won't sink.
but it seems like
Iam meant to
I spent years searching
for a way to get out of my ocean
only to find out
that you are capable of drowning me
and Iam capable of letting you.
YOU ARE READING
EROS-ALGOS-LOGOS
Poetry"when you left i didn't bleed but my ink does. thank you for turning this lover into a writer." ----- This is a collection of words and poetry. I'm using the daily splice collage of Adam Hale. All credits to this wonderful artist.
