4.28.17 G.H
They said you only get one shot out of it, so I dove in and took a chance on you.
Engulfed all of you in me. I took you in; faking that I was used to being swallowed whole.
Breathing underwater, not once did I hold my breath. Life is a narrow bridge, outcomes are grim. Blinking is lethal. It is important to not be afraid.
Twenty minutes due to 4 a.m, heat radiating through our fingertips. We're looking for a way out of these tangled sheets. The city is sleepless below us, and the sheets are tearing. A sin you won't confess, a mutual damning we both share. Intoxication on our bodies,drunk on the idea of a shared darkness. Hell within this interval between the sheets.
She was your favorite promise to break, getting you was like cake. You were so easy to grasp within my grip, and in your kiss i tasted every slice. I blew out the candles, and you did not smile. What lies in the dark, what is also bare truth; in daylight.
What do you say, when nobody can hear a thing?
YOU ARE READING
The Other Person Project
Poetrythe answer is yes. it will always be yes. you will always be the words. [(format) This originally started as a secret project I took on senior year, in high school. I wanted to write a poem about every single person in my class, eventually it becam...
