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