Drowning In My Sleep

Judge me

I held my breath for change, but if I continued to, my lungs would implode. You would keep inhaling the same things thinking it’s just the usual and eventually cough out blood. It’s not stupid, I just never understood, unless you bend me to my guilt for not understanding earlier. This is the last thing I wanted to say. There is no way I can get you to believe that if it was my choice, we’d be Bonnie n’ Clyde. I’d like to stick around, if that was an option you set (of which I highly doubt, but understand). I never saw it coming either. I haven’t even said it. It’s just a freezing, thin air lingering between us that we both acknowledge but remain silent about even if it whispers on its own. I would be sorry if this feeling in my gut was under my control. Because of the limitations my mind has set, I will never ultimately see you, and you see me. I know I can’t say much because it has probably already been done, but you can set me parallel to the rest of them. I won’t speak of this again unless you call upon it. ‘Till then, my friend.


Posted: 3 months ago

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