Pull me out from under
the weight of myself;
I’m sinking
and I can’t breathe.

Don’t leave me here
to drown.
Don’t leave me here


I am terrified,
and I know that I am
without you.

The only way
I will ever fly
is if you lay yourself down
beneath me,
and hold up
my wings.


Don’t take my place
in the water.
Never mind.
I didn’t mean it.

You can’t swim, anyway.

I love you.

I’d rather drown and let you go
than make you take another breath of

this dark ocean

in my stead.

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0 Responses to Sink/Swim

  1. Trent Lewin says:

    I have to read this again in the morning. Have to.

  2. Trent Lewin says:

    Okay, I read it again now.

    Jones. Are you in need of saving? Or am I? Tell the truth now.

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