you know
i'm a little scared of
anchors; my wrists are not
for oceans to chain
to the very bottom of seabeds and
waiting graves
oh god please you know i can't stay
you make the tide in my veins
fall back into old sadness and lonely
drowning lungs i can't breathe
i want to run to shore and
farther still you don't care
and i'll fade away into mist don't you see
i can't love you like rain when i am
hurricane
Nov 5, 2015
Nov 5, 2015 at 1:37 PM UTC
you know
i'm a little scared of
anchors; my wrists are not
for oceans to chain
to the very bottom of seabeds and
waiting graves
oh god please you know i can't stay
you make the tide in my veins
fall back into old sadness and lonely
drowning lungs i can't breathe
i want to run to shore and
farther still you don't care
and i'll fade away into mist don't you see
i can't love you like rain when i am
hurricane
i'm so not sure
