trying to find my way back to the surface
YOU ARE DROWNING ME.
it's so nice to have you back,
and nothing's gone wrong yet,
but that's just because it's only been three days,
and i'm pretending that i've moved past it.
that little exclamation mark
made everything seem okay
for the first time in… wow,
since you left me, back in june.
i can't let myself back there again...
but it's far too late now.
i'm right back where we left off.
an: more like a stream of thoughts than poetry, with not much flow (if any) but i thought i'd share it with you anyway.