Here I am
trapped
beneath these waves
as water
fills everything
that you
left
behind.
Gaping holes
torn, slashed, ragged at the edges,
burning underneath
a thousand broken promises,
salt water in a wound
that cannot
(will not)
be healed.
I was
so selfish-
only thinking
of
me,
always
me,
never you,
even though
all I ever did
and have done,
was for you.
But yet,
that was what you said
that night,
with my world
smoldering
crashing
shattering around my shoulders,
dragging me
down
down
down
into this abyss,
flames snuffed out
by the water
I once loved.
And now
I'm here,
haunting the sea,
a siren
with no voice
only
a broken melody
that sounds
like
a love song
on a cracked record
scratched by a razor needle,
with your hands
spinning the
disc.
Apr 15, 2019
Apr 15, 2019 at 5:43 PM UTC
Here I am
trapped
beneath these waves
as water
fills everything
that you
left
behind.
Gaping holes
torn, slashed, ragged at the edges,
burning underneath
a thousand broken promises,
salt water in a wound
that cannot
(will not)
be healed.
I was
so selfish-
only thinking
of
me,
always
me,
never you,
even though
all I ever did
and have done,
was for you.
But yet,
that was what you said
that night,
with my world
smoldering
crashing
shattering around my shoulders,
dragging me
down
down
down
into this abyss,
flames snuffed out
by the water
I once loved.
And now
I'm here,
haunting the sea,
a siren
with no voice
only
a broken melody
that sounds
like
a love song
on a cracked record
scratched by a razor needle,
with your hands
spinning the
disc.
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