Vanish
In the depth of the water surrounding my lungs
As I choke with admiration
From the sight
Of your hand
Touching mine
And I tremble from the cold and
The could have been’s in the past
And I stutter
Poke my nose
And ask for a lighter
Instead I hand you my confession
Of a feeling in my stomach for the world
Is in redemption from betrayal and destruction
As long as you hold my hand
We create such a distraction
To you: I write in an abnormal manner
I can’t pick the words to torture
Your old heart with laudation
Yet I give you my affection
And compassion and reflection
In the mirror so you can see the flaws that I equally applaud when your head’s got a concussion
Yet you give me all your love and I breathe in satisfaction
For the could’ve been’s are lost
And there’s only you that matters.
Clean your room.