Drifted.

This poem is one inspired by my trip on shrooms, cuz I mean, that's when I wrote it. Hahaha.

Words come out of my mouth.

Broken by fears.
Broken by my loss of you.
I pray to go that you mend my heart.
The bruises and cuts haven't gone away.
Your grasp on my continues to tighten,
Not allowing me to breathe.
Not allowing circulation to my veins, where your love still flows with eagerness.
The rush keeps my head spinning.
I'm dazed, I'm flying, I'm falling.
I'm choking, I'm bleeding, I'm slowly dying.