you were the blue ocean
and i was the yellow sun
i didn't know what a sunset looked like—
to me, it looked nothing more
than my descension into ruin
it was nothing more than my inevitable undoing
but as i sank down,
you enveloped me into your warmth
i found myself less afraid, i saw it
as a different kind of undoing; a serene death
as i lose all life, you promised
to hold me safe through the night
until i can rise again at dawn,
until i inevitably come back to you
everyone looks on, in awe of
the sunset, my aftermath,
seeing beauty in my death, as i
come home into your warmth
Feb 13, 2018
Feb 13, 2018 at 5:20 PM UTC
you were the blue ocean
and i was the yellow sun
i didn't know what a sunset looked like—
to me, it looked nothing more
than my descension into ruin
it was nothing more than my inevitable undoing
but as i sank down,
you enveloped me into your warmth
i found myself less afraid, i saw it
as a different kind of undoing; a serene death
as i lose all life, you promised
to hold me safe through the night
until i can rise again at dawn,
until i inevitably come back to you
everyone looks on, in awe of
the sunset, my aftermath,
seeing beauty in my death, as i
come home into your warmth
2/5/2018
