#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)