it comes in waves
thoughts at 3 am
and memories at dawni hold them tightly
like how you clasped me
when we were lying under the same treethe waves are high
i'm slowly losing my mind
water keeps pulling me down
With memories left behindi'm entangled with them
choking me, drowning me
pushing me deeper
and deeper and deeperif I only how to let go
maybe I can save myself from this misery
But I can'ti can't just let you go
and let you vanish
like I never had you
in the first place
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eccedentesiast [poetry ☘]
Poetrye c c e d e n t e s i a s t (n.) someone who hides the pain behind a smile. - [on going] my collection of poems