i stand under the cold unrelenting spray and wish for my love to be washed away – from my skin, my lips, my flesh, my fingertips – straight down the drain and into the ocean, where all the what-if's and what-could've-been's in the world swim and swirl aimlessly as they wait to be embraced by the sky, suspended and prepared to rain down and drench the next unfortunate romantic.
May 1, 2017
May 1, 2017 at 3:16 AM UTC
i stand under the cold unrelenting spray and wish for my love to be washed away – from my skin, my lips, my flesh, my fingertips – straight down the drain and into the ocean, where all the what-if's and what-could've-been's in the world swim and swirl aimlessly as they wait to be embraced by the sky, suspended and prepared to rain down and drench the next unfortunate romantic.
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