(no subject)
[pain]
some things in life
are not meant to be
forever, indelible, fucking
incredible, instead
they're always moving,
flowing and we should stop
trying to force them
into being. All we
do is break our own
hearts over barren
expectations, yielding
no fruit but
eternally endeavoring
through and endless desert
two stumbling steps
away from
happiness.
throw your arms around me
like a weight. Keep me anchored,
sealing my fate. I do not want to
drown without a sound but wrapped in
your embrace I have no chance of
thrashing, fighting, trying for the
surface, aiming for the sky, and you
are warm, so warm, and I long ago
forgot what such a thing could
feel like. I wonder, how long
can I hold my breath? How long before
too long and my lungs burst?
Will you still want me then?
life less