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brokenfragilethings

Published: Apr 5, 2013

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_{you told me to walk on water
but all i did was sink to the sandy bottoms
of the salty sea.

the brackish water stung at my eyes
and filled my lungs,
seeking refuge in the spaces between my ribs.

i remember barely breathing
wet inhales and slow exhales of the briny sea
through slightly parted lips.

my heart was lost in a century-old shipwreck
found through the haze of floating sand
granules that looked like dust in sunlight,
fingers wrapping around wood and forgotten memories.

i wondered if this was death,
ocean water pressing down on the hollows in my chest
world moving in slow motion through teal colored lenses.

you told me to walk on water
but all i did was drown.}

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_{It's not that simple.
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There's actually a meaning behind this. If anyone wants to give an interpretation of what they got, I'd really love to hear it. I'd share my meaning for writing this.
If you just want to hear the reasoning, I don't mind.
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