I'm not sorry about pushing you away
like the waves did not give a damn
that they hit you till you were wet
when you sat in the storm.
I'm not sorry about hurting your soul
like the raindrops did not give a damn
that they hit you till you were sore
when you danced in the rain.
I'm not sorry about breaking your heart
like the sharks did not give a damn
that they bite you till you were bloody
when you swam in the ocean.
I'm not sorry about killing you off
like the birds did not give a damn
that they eat you till you were bones
when you breathed in the storm.
YOU ARE READING
Breathing in, breathing out
PoetryI could never find proper words To tell you how much I miss you And all the little things you had; First, the way you saw this world Through your sad ocean eyes. PS! In this collection, I touch on many serious topics like suicide, death, grief, trau...
