His love is an ocean
and I am drowning.
Every second his heart beats
is another tidal wave, bringing me under
and as I sink, I think of all the things
I am terrified of believing in,
such as love.
The deeper I sink, the louder my depression sings
the feeling I thought I had forgotten returns.
I begin to take comfort in my suffering,
and as I sink into my sorrow, I hear your voice
and know that I am loved,
and for once,
I stop trying to swim.
-i.h
Jan 22, 2014
Jan 22, 2014 at 7:50 PM UTC
His love is an ocean
and I am drowning.
Every second his heart beats
is another tidal wave, bringing me under
and as I sink, I think of all the things
I am terrified of believing in,
such as love.
The deeper I sink, the louder my depression sings
the feeling I thought I had forgotten returns.
I begin to take comfort in my suffering,
and as I sink into my sorrow, I hear your voice
and know that I am loved,
and for once,
I stop trying to swim.
-i.h