Inhale. Hold. Submerge.
This is all the grandest illusion
that’s one disappointment away from shattering.
Take a deep breath
feel the pain in your chest.
Every night
I drown in a wine glass
Dive off the ledge with such fever and ferocity,
The splash of a cannonball--
No high marks from the judges.
When you look at me,
I know now it’s irreverent.
We are a lie.
In the deep end, where I can’t touch anymore.
Time to wash away this sin
Hurt doesn't go,
It just lingers
Like our ghosts, lurking behind closed doors.
I can’t be rid of you
Because I don’t want to be.
Go on,
Haunt me until the end.
But I know
You cannot swim
so for now,
I'll sink further and further
into wine so dark
I disappear.
Oct 21, 2012
Oct 21, 2012 at 4:49 PM UTC
Inhale. Hold. Submerge.
This is all the grandest illusion
that’s one disappointment away from shattering.
Take a deep breath
feel the pain in your chest.
Every night
I drown in a wine glass
Dive off the ledge with such fever and ferocity,
The splash of a cannonball--
No high marks from the judges.
When you look at me,
I know now it’s irreverent.
We are a lie.
In the deep end, where I can’t touch anymore.
Time to wash away this sin
Hurt doesn't go,
It just lingers
Like our ghosts, lurking behind closed doors.
I can’t be rid of you
Because I don’t want to be.
Go on,
Haunt me until the end.
But I know
You cannot swim
so for now,
I'll sink further and further
into wine so dark
I disappear.
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