i was a beach
and you were the ocean
crashing into me.
how is it possible
to be choking on water,
yet my lungs feel as
light as ever and
i can breathe,
breathe like i've never
done before?
i'm bathing in your love,
cleansing my soul
with your holy water,
and i feel unstoppable;
maybe i'm a god,
or maybe you are mine.
YOU ARE READING
you are not in wonderland ➵ poems
Poetryan assortment of shitty poetry i write gratuitously in my free time.