I could write about how her eyes were bluer than the purest sea, that I wouldn't be so terrified of drowning if I was swimming in her eyes
I won't even panic when you start to push me under, I'll hold my breath, repeating how much I love you in my conscious, refusing to let every piece I've ever loved about you be the pieces that destroy me again
I would refuse to take you in and you wouldn't let up until I did because the desire to break every piece of somebody is stronger than the need to let somebody breathe without you.