Monday, October 22, 2012

Drowning, not waving.

(But I wanted you to think I was) leave you with a solid memory (of me). Waving, smiling, ecstatic. When really I'm (ataxic) drowning in my own fears and swallowed voice, my lack of ability to tell you (this is how I really feel). All I will ever be (to you) is waving. (No no no.) Drowning.

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