it felt marvelous.
The way the salty air filled my nostrils and brushed my hair,
the melody of the sirens calling me in.
To be drowned by the sand and your hand reaching for me.
The deep darkness.
But oh wait! No.
There were stars,
they looked at me.
And they stared at my soul,
like your eyes.
You reached for the bottom of the ocean,
but it’s currents prevented you from following.
But oh! You didn’t give up.
I need you,
don’t give up.
I was there drowning,
the weight of the world anchoring me into the never-ending wan,
the crystal clear crowding my lungs.
I got a glimpse of the empyrean.
But it wasn’t what I desired,
to be there,
without a last glance of your sienna eyes,
without a last stroke from your rugged hands,
with a taste from your altruistic lips.
A rage stormed in my matter.
I didn’t wanted to be submerged into oblivion,
to have my thoughts suffocated and my heart violated,
to put down the butterflies that have been living in my stomach for so long.
The thought of my voice being muffle by briny bubbles
made me aware that they’ve been wanting to come home,
to burst out of my jaw and finally land on your blossom lips.
it didn’t felt marvelous.
So I reached for your hand
and you pulled me out from delusion
and the butterflies were finally home.
Because to have you was so much better than knocking on deaths door.