To Be One, Instead of Two

You convinced me not to fall,

but I faltered. 

I instantly felt heavy,

I started to sink,

I began to drown.

I rushed into a daze that clouded

everything I have come to know 

& it all so quickly slipped away.

Still holding my breath, what felt like

water filling my lungs,

was nothing but a silence that shattered

reality like glass.

You gripped my hand so gently and at a 

fast attempt to hold my head above ground,

I started to slip.

As your grip held tighter, I felt your pulse.

I felt the passion in the binding grip

you so desperately held onto. 

with that alone, oxygen began to fill me.

With each beat I felt, the more I could breath,

and our breaths were of a simple simultaneous symphony. 

The war between two struggling souls bring together a

certain structure of nothingness that seems so beautiful.

but that same nothingness is what everyone else envys,

because they have nothing to fill it with. 

Our voices are orchestral and in perfect harmony,

a love could never compare to such.

When one is drowning, you save the life you fiend for.

No chemical in this world could be as strong as this one.

The toxicity in the way you breathe is enough to make a crowded 

room hazy for days.

Once you come to, and the realization begins to sink in.

You learn to never let go of something that could make you 

so numb and so high, its like the skins melting, and the bones 

are feverous.

But if my shell was to be identical to yours, i'd die everyday 

just to replicate your every move, inhale and exhale.

To be one, instead of two.