if the multitudes of my anger
ever met the layers of my love
they’d split the sadness
deep within me
Instead they cower and swim away
desperate to avoid creating
this hurricane that’s been due for months
but I’m already underwater
& have found I can’t drown
so I just float
out of breathe and out of hope
How am I terrified?
What could be more than this
This solemn emptiness
Sunk to the bottom of a siren song
Created on shore
But now I’m sure
Anchored to the blue
I’m still better off w/o you
Jul 29, 2020
Jul 29, 2020 at 11:37 PM UTC
if the multitudes of my anger
ever met the layers of my love
they’d split the sadness
deep within me
Instead they cower and swim away
desperate to avoid creating
this hurricane that’s been due for months
but I’m already underwater
& have found I can’t drown
so I just float
out of breathe and out of hope
How am I terrified?
What could be more than this
This solemn emptiness
Sunk to the bottom of a siren song
Created on shore
But now I’m sure
Anchored to the blue
I’m still better off w/o you
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