Felt Like This
+14Let the water take us away,
As our medals turn to rust.
Sinking, not a single word to say,
Invested, our words are for trust.
I have nothing,
Nothing but you.
I can tell you that just means
That I have everything to lose.
Our fire burns,
The statues crumble.
Your sleep ceases from your turns,
You get up but refuse to stumble.
I never know if this is true,
I whisper I love you.
You turn away,
I wonder what could do.
Finally finding words to say,
But you never wanted to hear them.
I can’t unsay these words,
“I’m not okay.”
This poem was written/submitted by Psuedonymous Fog.
