First I feel it in my fingers and toes
The buzzing that grows
Grows into a quiver
From my thigh to my spine; a shiver

The pain of numb so few will know
Vision as black as crow
I trace my raised skin
What made the tingles begin?

I'm hardly afloat,
All I can feel
And all I can touch,
Is the water.

But I'm starting to get a sinking feeling,
My wind leaves my lungs
As you tighten your grasp.

My heart is what's weighing me down,
An anchor tied to me,
To drag me to the watery depths.

As the sunlight fades,
And as darkness unsues,
I'm surrounded by a complete sea of blue.

What used to be my flotation device,
Is what drags me down.

love, is it real?
or is it just something that radiates
reflections of crystals
on romanticized chandeliers

I’m roughly drinking
keeping a mind clear
is it possible to have someone
to lock your heart within
keeping it safe, a sheer sincere

I have dreamed of million eyes
but mine only landed on one
one that my soul’s draining to collect
are you real, my dearly one?