sinking

i’m sinking…

And not literally but physically waiting for you to come home

I’m sinking into a puddle of blood watching it evaporate into misty ricochet of fog.

I’m sinking

All alone watching you through the windowsill I used to call home

I’m sinking…

And you never noticed the amount of pain that was built inside that darkness you called a heart

I’m sinking

Inside that mist of momentous lies watching your back as you wave goodbye

I’m sinking

And if only you’d noticed those tiny raindrops gradually melting alongside my metal forehead, clinging onto any lie you once called love

I’m sinking

Choking on my own bubbles as they seamlessly pop internally in my mouth

I’m sinking

I’m sinking

I’m sinking

But when will I ever be saved?

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