AN INBOX.
I watched our brief memories shatter before my face,
and wondered
About our inherent chaos and implicit shapelessness;
crying now
Before me. I meet grey scars in your heart-broken eyes,
cataracts,
Singing a siren’s song that drags me to drown with you-
I hate you
For bringing me back…my head had just broken through your waters…
I miss breathing…
...so, so much.
Aug 5, 2014
Aug 5, 2014 at 5:44 PM UTC
AN INBOX.
I watched our brief memories shatter before my face,
and wondered
About our inherent chaos and implicit shapelessness;
crying now
Before me. I meet grey scars in your heart-broken eyes,
cataracts,
Singing a siren’s song that drags me to drown with you-
I hate you
For bringing me back…my head had just broken through your waters…
I miss breathing…
...so, so much.
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