an alternative to ennui
Sick Sad Love
As we embraced,
You put your hands on my waist,
And I felt myself sink into you.
My body responds to your touch –
striving for that electric pull,
Floundering under the weight of memory –
rose coloured and golden,
I want it to be pure.
We are submerged in comfort and nostalgia,
Thrashing against chains that bind us,
Enslaved by this false Love.
You press your mouth to mine,
Sharing in the same substance that keeps us alive,
Can you tell my tears from ocean water?
The pressure builds,
My mind cloudy with blood and water,
And you like that it’s slowly killing us.
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