Learning How to Breathe Under WaterTry to break me as I grasp my last breath of air.
Push my arms,
Wrap my legs,
Lock me in the waves.
I move to kick,
Move to fight,
Bodies swarm, blocking light.
My lungs fall, collapse,
I try to grab the edge.
Inside me thoughts lapse,
My lungs crush and scream,
My brain warns this isn't a dream,
I try to reach the slender ledge.
My thoughts end,
But I breathe again.
Why I do things I know I shouldn'tWith a face bare,
Seemingly concentrating, solid stone,
I use small clumsy fingers,
Hoping to find a smile I can call my own.
In my mind there are doubts,
One for each small finger, on a single hand,
One for the look of a down turned face,
One that says the result might hurt,
One that says the move is a disgrace,
One for the ways you profess,
One for my mind in its distress.
The other battles back with its ideals.
A face set alive even for a second with a simple smile,
Some movement I haven't seen in a while.
A voice that let's my mind whirl,
The laugh that causes my lips to curl,
And a hope that you don't mind.
Then a Heart that sways reason,
Saying that, even if it's only for a small time, isn't he mine?
Scared Little LoverYou rub me raw,
Make me blind,
You give me promises,
Say they're mine,
Keep me rapt in trust,
Choke me time to time with lust,
Sink in little lies,
Does that matter through this year,
with a wavering glances,
As said held so dear,
Paranoia I try not to keep...