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I’m drowning
and you’re standing
on the cliff edge
describing the ripples.
I wrote this when I was probably at my lowest, and my friends would always be like 'oh you look so down, so tired, so fed up' instead of trying to give me the help I needed.
Age is just
the journey that
the demons made - Emerging from underneath
the bed,
and crawling
into
my
head.
I honestly don’t believe in whole lot. But,
I believe the words you whisper in my ear,
I believe in your touch, and I believe in
you.
For once in my life, I’m certain that I believe in us, too
Your veins are a map
that I will always
want to explore

Close my eyes
and guide my fingertips
To a destined spot
I will charge in
and rain on your
parade
and only then
will you realise why
tornadoes are named
after people

— The End —