The beach was your place and eventually it became mine too. But I need to dig myself out of the ocean and punch a hole in the sky. I'm tired of drowning again and again. Every breath of air I manage to take I swallow more water, I sink faster. Truth is I can't expect the past to repeat itself with the ending changed.
YOU ARE READING
All the love poems you don't deserve
PoetryAll the poems I should've read to you while you were still in love with me. Would it have even made a difference though?
