– Anonymous


Don’t do that. Don’t tell me I’m not trying. I swam through 12 oceans and drowned in every single one of them, but each time the water seeped into my lungs and the fish started swimming in my bloodstream, I spat it all up and continued swimming. I am not a life raft, I will not pop in the middle of the ocean. I am a fucking ship and I promise you I will make it to shore alive.

Honey-Dipped Eyes

Original Poetry

When sadness was the sea, you taught me how to swim.
Waves and waves of you now crash into me.
Yet, somehow,
serenity can only be defined by
living in your honey-dipped eyes.
Serenity can only be described
as you.