oct 27 16

ohh how deep the rivers run
past my calf, how far the deep has come
treading the air around a funeral dressed up as a wedding
the celebrations are fanatic, supposed to be fantastic
in a fury, erratic. speech is slurred. actions spastic.
im just trying to hold on to the past tense.
you know when we first met and it was dynamic?
that first high i felt everlasting is now passing.
the goo has turned to glue and youve got me attached to you
falling closer on you as held me down
now both of us are drowning.