you like drowning,
like the feeling of water filling your lungs,
the way the waves press against you wrapping you in a blanket of death
you like choking up the poison liquid that was not meant for you to breath in
and the burning in the back of your throat
you must like it
for i have taught you how to swim
and yet you continue to let the water drag you down
to where the pressure is too much
and your bones, brittle compared to the ocean, are crushed
do not blame me for your destruction
when i taught you how to survive
i did not pull you under into these pitch black depths and keep you there,
you were not weighed down by my lack of trying
it was you,
who chose not to resurface
3/6/18
YOU ARE READING
a happy kind of blue
Poetryit's a good kind of madness. a happy kind of blue ~~~ {lowercase intended} ~~~ ~cover by birdiehere~ ~highest ranked at #46 in poetry 5/17/18~
