
my heart, overflowed.
it’s deep.
my heart’s deep, my heart’s deep
brutally deep
and you forced me to drown in it.
crashed once again, you’ll remind me
that you don’t mind
who’s coming after me
long as I remain in your passenger seat
allow jealousy to rage in every
“where were you?” argument.
it’s petty.
jealousy sinks with the passing months
as I regain my confidence
to remind you now,
someone will be coming next
soon.
deep, it’s deep.
& I want you to drown with it.
your marijuana addiction
& you told me you might be developing schizophrenia
I think you are delusional, but I’m not
sure it’s a diagnosis.
you love my fear & how it turns into
anger & I bully you,
because you crave playing victim
victims.
we’re both victims.
I’ve said I wanted to be with you but i meant
be with your soul,
not your body or mind or ego,
here we are crashing & I’ve learned to ride
thru every accident
since you desire the high
& your lips push against my cheek harder
when I’m on adrenaline.
deep, deep,
& we both shall drown in it.
About the Creator
Emily Serena
truly, my dharma (life purpose) is to write. although death is an interesting means of a beggining to me rather than an end, I still choose to spend my moments as Emily, in this physical dimension, in a revolution of poetry & silent speech



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