no anchor,
no lifesaver,
just aching arms,
and cramping legs,
swimming towards the
sharks with their fins raised
high like fists, tormenting me
i found my suppression at it's weakest point.
my heart is a vast ocean with absence of any underwater
species and you are the waves with high and low tides, coming
and going as you please. the wanderlust controlled her. it was a major
issue she never fixed. she drifted in and out of our
lives like a static phone call. it was like bleeding out
in a tank full of sharks, accepting the fact that
it was already too late. there
was no goodbye party,
it was only an empty
room filled with
this colossal
guilt
- kra
Jul 9, 2014
Jul 9, 2014 at 2:22 AM UTC
no anchor,
no lifesaver,
just aching arms,
and cramping legs,
swimming towards the
sharks with their fins raised
high like fists, tormenting me
i found my suppression at it's weakest point.
my heart is a vast ocean with absence of any underwater
species and you are the waves with high and low tides, coming
and going as you please. the wanderlust controlled her. it was a major
issue she never fixed. she drifted in and out of our
lives like a static phone call. it was like bleeding out
in a tank full of sharks, accepting the fact that
it was already too late. there
was no goodbye party,
it was only an empty
room filled with
this colossal
guilt
- kra
tip 1: don't bleed yourself out to make someone love you. you need not make the saltwater even saltier.
tip 2: don't give endless chances to people even if they will be in your life for a while.
tip 3: don't put in dollars into a person who will not even put their two cents in for you.
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