Jul 2022
Floating without ambition, letting life crash over me
You ground me to the ocean floor
Though the rope I so barely am clutching on to
I am weak, left clutching the frayed remnants of us
I bake in the sun, cracking
But it doesn’t warm me like it used to
You ground me to the ocean floor
Though the rope I so barely am clutching on to
I am weak, left clutching the frayed remnants of us
I bake in the sun, cracking
But it doesn’t warm me like it used to
Holding onto a relationship that no longer exists because it is the only thing that makes me feel grounded
