It was more like I was slowly sinking deeper and deeper each day
You poured your love into me And it drenched my heart streamed through my veins Soaking every single cell of my body Leaking out of the pores of my skin And dripping from my fingertips To bleed into everything I touch
It flooded my chest And filled up my lungs Until it spilled out of my mouth Trickling from my tongue Saturating every single word I say
It flowed through every part of me And eventually seeped into my bones Making all that I am Crave all that you are
we used to share our poetry confide in each other with our deepest pieces of art but now i have no one to share with the works i've made about the wretched way we've split
If I give you my book with all these ripped pages would you risk to read all of its bittersweet phases? Would you stay to scribble in the remaining pages? would you take the time to understand each chapter?