This love is rare.
It pulls me under your stare
Drags me beneath it’s waves
And drowns me from inside out.
Nothing about it is shallow
It’s as deep as the ocean’s depths.
If I scream it won’t echo
For this feeling is boundless.
I can’t catch my breath
As I tumble through your fingers
Wrapped around my heart
I feel you squeeze my lungs.
“Does it hurt?”
Oh, the oldest phrase in the book.
May be for a little while,
But without love everything goes numb.
You drain me now
Of all the water you used to fill me up.
But this love is rare,
So how could I not care?
Fingernails scraping into the ocean floor,
Grabbing at pebbles, at rocks, at sand.
You can’t pull me out now,
I won’t survive in the open air.
It’s warm down here.
Or have I merely forgotten the temperature up there.
Under the sun could be nice
Like an open fire, or is it more like ice?
No, I must not lose sight
Of this drawn out fight.
I’m clinging on
For dear life.
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Elin Viktoria
Your neighborhood dreamer finding any and all ways to romanticize life.
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