except that this time I think I am also drowning in my bones, where your kisses have sunken so deep. Over the past seasons I fought and I kicked and I held my breath but it seems that the time is drawing near, that I would have forcably fallen in love with water enveloping my body, with the taste of salt water, with blurry, painful underwater vision. I could fall in love with that.
I am at the end of myself, where all that is left is pain, all that's left is confusion, all that's left is the broken pieces that I tried to fix together on my own.
I am at the end of myself but it is where You can begin.
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