Lifesaver
I'm not ready to drown again.
Loving her was like kissing water,
Transparent and clear,
Until it wasn't.
And the love went from luke-warm to cold,
Soft puddles into crashing waves,
And I didn't have time to resurface.
I'm not ready to have someone tell me how much they needed me to survive,
Because she used to be my water
And then I died.
I can't let myself absorb the water that is you,
Because I know you'll get nothing from me.
I'm sorry I played with your lifejacket,
But I couldn't live with myself
If I became the water
That drowns you.
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Blind Poets
PoesíaPoetry for those who find both comfort and discomfort in the dark. - Em Instagram: @em.g_4 WARNING This book includes references to sensitive topics such as suicide, depression, struggles with mental health and so on.
