I could feel an ocean above me, waving as the pressure threatened my very existence. My heart pounding as it fell over me in despair. I mean what was I supposed to do as it crashed down. I could give all my love, my whole body, scrapes, bruises, ego and all, and yet I would still be here. Mindlessly counting the colors in the sky. I looked for reasons to hold my own breath and yet all these things that were bright faded into dullness as sea salt water splashed my eyes. What world was I supposed to awake to now?
I once gave a fuck about the way you would scrape your teeth along my neck. I would beckon at everything. But I’ve grown. I ha been made for more than simple whims. I deserved to touch the world. I deserve to be free of your claiming love.