Your love is an ocean
and I am drowning.
Saltwater stings my eyes
and burns my throat
as I desperately cry my S.O.S.
You pull me down in waves,
my lungs aching for air.
Who knew it would be you
who has me struggling to breathe?
The water somehow calms me
with its silence.
I find solace in your murky depts.
An introverts daydream
all alone in 145 million square miles
of torrential rain
only to share my final moments with the sea.
I sink
deeper
and
deeper
I stop fighting
and let go.
For a moment
I may not be breathing.
The pressure against my chest is undeniable.
I open my mouth to breathe
but I only chock on saltwater.
My lungs fill with tears.
I swear I hear a voice,
be it my oxygen suffocated mind
or you
whispering to me.
You break the ominous silence
with seven simple words;
"Some love is to strong to fight"
and with that
I close my eyes
and
give
in
to
you.
Jun 23, 2014
Jun 23, 2014 at 2:30 PM UTC
Your love is an ocean
and I am drowning.
Saltwater stings my eyes
and burns my throat
as I desperately cry my S.O.S.
You pull me down in waves,
my lungs aching for air.
Who knew it would be you
who has me struggling to breathe?
The water somehow calms me
with its silence.
I find solace in your murky depts.
An introverts daydream
all alone in 145 million square miles
of torrential rain
only to share my final moments with the sea.
I sink
deeper
and
deeper
I stop fighting
and let go.
For a moment
I may not be breathing.
The pressure against my chest is undeniable.
I open my mouth to breathe
but I only chock on saltwater.
My lungs fill with tears.
I swear I hear a voice,
be it my oxygen suffocated mind
or you
whispering to me.
You break the ominous silence
with seven simple words;
"Some love is to strong to fight"
and with that
I close my eyes
and
give
in
to
you.
Your love is suicide.
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