.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

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Falling out of love is like hearing drops of your soul hit the corners of a metal tin can, a quick splash here & there,
The echoes of loneliness like a hollow drum, beating a rhythm only tears can hear
The sound of pain, the way it reflects & slides down into every corner, every crevice & dries
It's as if it was never there
But the taste of salt still lies on fingertips,
That captured them from eyes, moist with regret
Love once was held there in stolen moments, nights of passion & kisses that lingered in hidden places
Bruises of love's faults left just beneath the surface
Of a heart that beats no more