#gotta stop writting sad poems
Breathless
We held our hands
Underwater.
Turned love
Into a contest.
Who could hold their breath longer?
Red is the collor of love,
Isnt it?
I saw the flush of it on your face
Mine to I guess.
Down here in the inaudible blue.
Turning blue from neither
Going up for air,
And not sharing our own
This isnt sustainable
I know
But isnt love
Supposed to leave you? (breathless)