Don't do that, babe,
don't tell me I'm not trying.
I swam through 12 oceans and drowned
in every single one of them but
each time the water swept into my lungs
and the fish started swimming
in my bloodstream.
I spat it all up and went on swimming
'cause I know I can't face another day
without you in my mind.
There will be no life rafts
and I will definitely not pop in the middle of the ocean
like murdered bodies in crime scenes.
I am a ****** sinking ship.
I promise you
I will make it to shore alive, though.
Note: This is a revised poem off a work of someone else from Tumblr. All rights reserved for that person, not me.
My note: Nothing would be the same if you didn't exist. I miss you but you would be better off without me, honey. I'm a thinker, not a talker.