i feel like i'm an albatross
around your neck,
it's bad enough
you're on stormy seas
trying to reach beyond the horizon.
when a good catch is lured close enough,
i snag the fishing line
or still the catch.
you tell me
it's fine there's always next time.
is it fine?
it gets the better of me.
this thought,
swerving round like a rip
trying to drown me under its waves
from its pull down below.
and yet somehow
you save me
before it drags me under,
no worry on whether
i might pull you down with me.
- monty
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forevermore; poetry
Ποίησηoriginal poetry about: - mental health - family & friends - trauma - stories - love life trigger warnings posted in introduction.
