.drowning.

rain pounds against the windows of my heart and floods the corners with puddles of emotional concern …you’re leaving drops of you everywhere

and soon ill forget what a day of sunshine stood for against the torrential floods of your misguided intent
I’m but a storm away from ruin, yet relentlessly you pursue the core of me, determined to crack my resolve and create small damp pools of triumph where warm refuge once had a home…
a house is not a home without love they say, but love can drown even the best swimmer
and my head, tilted up, chin fighting to keep air into these lungs, grows weary quickly
I’m dying for the very love I had hoped would keep me afloat