I Love You.
I still do.
I remember the feeling of love
like a blanket.
Wrapped warm round my heart,
shielding it from the
frigid cold of anxiety,
keeping me sane from the
wallows of depression.
Waking up to you,
sun caressing your face.
When your eyes fluttered open
they shimmered gold
the prize of kings
yet in reach
of my trepid hands,
confident in the glow of your love.
As my towers crumbled down,
castles torn by the
catapults of panic.
Swinging strong,
crashing into my masks,
cracking walls of my heart,
you could not save me.
I never needed a hero.
Just a healing song,
wrapping wounds
after war torn battlefields
lilies growing hope in the wreckage.
Yet your heartstring clung to mine,
crimson as my blood.
Tugged to tightly,
struggling to hold me
as you held yourself.
Shadows nicking your heals,
as they crawled up my body to reach yours.
Some sacrifices are not worth making.
Some people must be left to the aftermath.
Some hearts cannot be salvaged from shadow.
You couldn’t bare the weight of me forever.
So you let go,
You saved yourself.
For that,
I am thankful.
I could never stand to see you drown
in my ocean.
Not when you are still attempting to
tread through yours.
But your lighthouse,
still a sight for my eyes.
I believe in the light,
I love your light,
I struggle to the surface of
the pitching waves.
Crashing on my face,
salt sticking to red flash eyes,
strangling my throat.
I crawl to the top just to
catch a glimpse of you.
Wishing for the days
where you would
sail out on your lifeboat
and hold me in the storm.
Just making sure i could still swim.
Just to see if I was okay.
To answer your question.
It is still hard to breathe underwater.
I swim through waves
steadfast, as they churn
mockingly. They can see my weakness.
But I love you,
that is enough.
I will keep paddling,
listening to my heart,
the beat of my hands and feet.
Slashing through the violet tides,
I will reach shore.
You will never have to sacrifice yourself
again.
I will reach the shore.
I will reach for you.
Feb 2, 2016
Feb 2, 2016 at 3:22 AM UTC
I Love You.
I still do.
I remember the feeling of love
like a blanket.
Wrapped warm round my heart,
shielding it from the
frigid cold of anxiety,
keeping me sane from the
wallows of depression.
Waking up to you,
sun caressing your face.
When your eyes fluttered open
they shimmered gold
the prize of kings
yet in reach
of my trepid hands,
confident in the glow of your love.
As my towers crumbled down,
castles torn by the
catapults of panic.
Swinging strong,
crashing into my masks,
cracking walls of my heart,
you could not save me.
I never needed a hero.
Just a healing song,
wrapping wounds
after war torn battlefields
lilies growing hope in the wreckage.
Yet your heartstring clung to mine,
crimson as my blood.
Tugged to tightly,
struggling to hold me
as you held yourself.
Shadows nicking your heals,
as they crawled up my body to reach yours.
Some sacrifices are not worth making.
Some people must be left to the aftermath.
Some hearts cannot be salvaged from shadow.
You couldn’t bare the weight of me forever.
So you let go,
You saved yourself.
For that,
I am thankful.
I could never stand to see you drown
in my ocean.
Not when you are still attempting to
tread through yours.
But your lighthouse,
still a sight for my eyes.
I believe in the light,
I love your light,
I struggle to the surface of
the pitching waves.
Crashing on my face,
salt sticking to red flash eyes,
strangling my throat.
I crawl to the top just to
catch a glimpse of you.
Wishing for the days
where you would
sail out on your lifeboat
and hold me in the storm.
Just making sure i could still swim.
Just to see if I was okay.
To answer your question.
It is still hard to breathe underwater.
I swim through waves
steadfast, as they churn
mockingly. They can see my weakness.
But I love you,
that is enough.
I will keep paddling,
listening to my heart,
the beat of my hands and feet.
Slashing through the violet tides,
I will reach shore.
You will never have to sacrifice yourself
again.
I will reach the shore.
I will reach for you.
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