there is water in my lungs, darling
I'm choking, suffocating
my face is beginning to match the sky and
I'm not sure I can feel my fingers
but I think I feel more at my farthest extremities
than I've ever really felt for us
for the last two hundred and seventy-six days
I've wondered how I would breathe
if you ever left my side
but never for a minute did I consider
that I might be the one to leave you
Oct 4, 2014
Oct 4, 2014 at 10:17 PM UTC
there is water in my lungs, darling
I'm choking, suffocating
my face is beginning to match the sky and
I'm not sure I can feel my fingers
but I think I feel more at my farthest extremities
than I've ever really felt for us
for the last two hundred and seventy-six days
I've wondered how I would breathe
if you ever left my side
but never for a minute did I consider
that I might be the one to leave you
i love you and you love me but i don't think i love us anymore
do i want to spend the rest of my life in safe, comfortable, mediocre love?
or do i want the rush of heartbreak and fear and passion to kick the life back into me?
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