maybe when I look at you, you would already be staring, your eyes holding a glint the way I wish I could hold your hand.
maybe the next time I overflow with the memories and dreams of you and I, I won't slip and fall into the puddle of emotions and salty tears beneath me from the last time I spilled my thoughts and was too upset to clean the mess I made.
maybe when I finally leave you like you already have left me, I will realize what a waste of time you were. who am I kidding, I know I will be daydreaming of the times when I would stare at my watch every night wondering what you were doing as every second passed, and recreating those moments.
maybe I should stop thinking about the maybes, and realize I've already swam in the water too long and I'm slowly drowning in the pool of our love.
the pool that you will never swim in.
YOU ARE READING
An Ocean of Thoughts
Poesiathis is a small journal-type thing that I was inspired by my best friend (sinking-ships) to make, it's all my writing. if you read this I hope you enjoy it :)
