I’m twisted in knots and tongue tied.
I wish I had my muse.
I wish you were here to crawl inside me and wrap your arms around my heart. I wish you could.
This part isn’t easy. Feeling my mind sink inside itself and searching, desperately, for the exit. I’m afraid my life raft has a hole. But I’d still gladly float away, if it meant I’d be closer to the surface when the sunset fades.
I hear it’s dark as black in the middle of the ocean at midnight, save for bits of moonlight on the water. The song of seagulls sounds like screaming. But all I hear is the sound of my breathing.
I’m not as strong as you think.
I wish I knew how to let you hold me when I cry, but my tears are words on paper. It’s all I’ve ever known.
Maybe someday I can teach you how to read between these lines.