There are tremors in me
The peel of falling skin , Releasing
An open wound right after
Bridges have been knocked and
Taught to stand in solitude
It is an open dam where
The rush of water, of you come
Flooding into the already sinking
Space of a wound
But it isn't your fault, you were
Dams and stitches away
Swimming far from the torrents of
Water that is too murky , suffocating and
Drowning
And I'd watch , with the sea churning
Circling and consuming while your
Head bobs away , the awe , curiosity and
Concern slowly free-styling away
I'd try to splash, fight the currents ,
Get you to see that I am my own lifebuoy but
I don't because I can't
And so there you go , dried in the saviour
Of a sunshine
And I smiled for you before
Letting go and slowly seeping
Into the cracks of a falling light house
Bricks, water and faltering light
All crashing into disgruntled harmony
Accompanying the solitude I tried to
Crumble
Oct 27, 2020
Oct 27, 2020 at 8:38 AM UTC
There are tremors in me
The peel of falling skin , Releasing
An open wound right after
Bridges have been knocked and
Taught to stand in solitude
It is an open dam where
The rush of water, of you come
Flooding into the already sinking
Space of a wound
But it isn't your fault, you were
Dams and stitches away
Swimming far from the torrents of
Water that is too murky , suffocating and
Drowning
And I'd watch , with the sea churning
Circling and consuming while your
Head bobs away , the awe , curiosity and
Concern slowly free-styling away
I'd try to splash, fight the currents ,
Get you to see that I am my own lifebuoy but
I don't because I can't
And so there you go , dried in the saviour
Of a sunshine
And I smiled for you before
Letting go and slowly seeping
Into the cracks of a falling light house
Bricks, water and faltering light
All crashing into disgruntled harmony
Accompanying the solitude I tried to
Crumble
Love is hard. Sometimes you meet someone who speaks your heart but they go so fast and you wonder if it was all in your head.