x'D
There's
a pier and a pile of fishing
lures,
a boat and whiskey in the air.
There's
too many hushed drips of
names
and watered down questions.
There’s waves tugging at the sides of my
gut
and there’s your lips sucking down the
ocean.
Drip.
Poke.
Are you still there?
I really
shouldn’t have swallowed those
nickels.
Salt water corrodes metal,
indeed indeed.
You shut a
door- a light shutters
out.
Hushed drips. Pushed slips.
Splash!
The water
is cold this time of the
year,
be a black seal and slip through the
crevasses.
Quick, the
shutters are closing
faster.
Click.
The thing is that I constantly shut myself out from you because I am scared. Scared that I will fall in love, scared that I will become a mess when you leave, I'm scared because I don't want you to leave. I'm scared because one day you're going to wake up and realize you have more important things to be doing than spending half your life chasing someone who is scared to even be chased.
