Sometimes, I dream about the ocean
How the currents pull me under and I’m left gasping for air
Only to ingest the salt water poison that is my love.
I reach the ocean floor.
There’s a gap, a crack that leads downwards
A never-ending whirlpool swoops me in, and there is no escape
You see, I am convinced, that this dream started when I was drowning in my tears
Fighting, like the only way to keep you is to reach the surface,
Sinking, my love knows no depths, and I keep spiraling down
Always loving people who will never love me back
Probably, because I am so broken, and ****** up, that I was never supposed to reach these depths to begin with
I was supposed to drown, but I fell in love instead.
My type is the person who will hurt me
Who has never known love like I have
Who can never fight for me because they’ll only end up drowning themselves
I will never be the first person to leave, I never learned how.
I forgive too easily; the salt has scraped away my ability to differentiate between honest mistakes and abuse.
I’d like to say that I love unconditionally, but the truth is I love recklessly
But I will never apologize, and because I’m always the one getting my heart broken, it means I never have to.
I may be the one to always love more, but it has allowed me to see the depths of something, so beautiful, something so magical it pulls me under.
You may think I’m drowning, but salt water is an acquired taste.
Feb 13, 2016
Feb 13, 2016 at 5:30 PM UTC
Sometimes, I dream about the ocean
How the currents pull me under and I’m left gasping for air
Only to ingest the salt water poison that is my love.
I reach the ocean floor.
There’s a gap, a crack that leads downwards
A never-ending whirlpool swoops me in, and there is no escape
You see, I am convinced, that this dream started when I was drowning in my tears
Fighting, like the only way to keep you is to reach the surface,
Sinking, my love knows no depths, and I keep spiraling down
Always loving people who will never love me back
Probably, because I am so broken, and ****** up, that I was never supposed to reach these depths to begin with
I was supposed to drown, but I fell in love instead.
My type is the person who will hurt me
Who has never known love like I have
Who can never fight for me because they’ll only end up drowning themselves
I will never be the first person to leave, I never learned how.
I forgive too easily; the salt has scraped away my ability to differentiate between honest mistakes and abuse.
I’d like to say that I love unconditionally, but the truth is I love recklessly
But I will never apologize, and because I’m always the one getting my heart broken, it means I never have to.
I may be the one to always love more, but it has allowed me to see the depths of something, so beautiful, something so magical it pulls me under.
You may think I’m drowning, but salt water is an acquired taste.
