12:06 pm
you're slipping;
from my grasp of slippery silk, that holds your stone self up. i'm slippery and you are a lot of weight for me to carry. i don't want to let go, god if i do i won't be the same. but i hold on and use all my strength and power and tears to keep you because i'm terrified. i'm terrified of losing you. i'm not ready. i'm not stable. but you keep pushing me away and it's damn killing me, don't you realize that? the more you push, the more i pull and my grasp is weakening. your hand is slipping.
we play a game of tug-a-war.
but it feels as if my beautiful white silk self is going to get pulled and fall into the dirt, with you slipping away from me in the end and leaving me there, filthy and broken.
i don't want that. i can't have that.
please don't push me away.
please don't leave me.
cause god i'm slippery and unstable.
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intoxicated // poetry || 01
Poetry[ book 01 - completed ] emotions are not meant to be bottled up, and i knew at the second your breath intoxicated my lungs, that emotions were meant to be wild, spread out, and if you can survive the journey, it'll be one hell of a story. ███████...
