you’re a poet, you think you aren’t, you are.
you said
i make you feel
like a summer storm inside
you have always been a sea to me,
swelling high in my chest.
o, how my heart heaves against my rib cage!i dipped my toes in last year
god, god, craving to explore you
but you chilled me, it simply wasn’t the right season.
but then spring, glorious spring!
i plunged overboard into you!
cannon balled into love,
o love, we’re floating
floating now
and
i don’t give a fuck
if i drown
if it’s your waters
filling me.
1 year ago