I want to pour my soul into
your mouth, until you gag
it is my shame that stops me,
I am ashamed of my own longing
the still pink part of my heart
that beats for you
my water- logged lungs,
the legs that have trended water
for so long, kicked from under me
and I do not know the difference,
between riding out the waves,
or drowning
anymore
Feb 28, 2017
Feb 28, 2017 at 11:04 PM UTC
I want to pour my soul into
your mouth, until you gag
it is my shame that stops me,
I am ashamed of my own longing
the still pink part of my heart
that beats for you
my water- logged lungs,
the legs that have trended water
for so long, kicked from under me
and I do not know the difference,
between riding out the waves,
or drowning
anymore
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