His biggest fear was of drowningA Poem by under-the-waterWhen you think of me I hope your throat swells up. And you can taste the sea stinging every memory That you ever had of me. When you think of me I hope your eyes will start to throb. And your lungs will burn out. With the salt. When you think of me I hope you get caught under a tidle wave of misery And your tears flood every last breathe of bliss That was ever possible for you to inhale. When you think of me I hope you drown. I hope you drown in the depression Confusion Pain That I once drowned in Because of you. When you think of me I hope the sea scratches at your throat till it bleeds empathy When you think of me I hope the salt stings Every loving imprint that I’ve left on you Till you cry guilt. And when you think of me I hope that tidle wave holds you under long enough Till you start to regret Those last five words of: “Jessica, your just not enough” But then you realize that your too late And now all your left with Is me as your biggest fear. © 2012 under-the-waterAuthor's Note
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Added on July 30, 2012Last Updated on July 30, 2012 Authorunder-the-waterin a box on the side of the rodeAboutAs a child I was constantly sticking my fingers in sockets and trying to figure out if grief had its own color. more..Writing
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