Let Me Make It Easy For You
I used to make fun
of those women that mama
their men, the ones that
hold them up to their ****
like they know how to do
more there than just suckle.
Yet, here I am
shouting instructions at you
on how to save me.
I am giving up.
I'm done with flailing, and
fighting my way
back to the surface.
Don't offer me your hand.
Even saying you love me
as I'm drowning
would mean you give too much.
I won't ask that of you.
Your body used to be an anchor,
but now I believe
you were always just
holding
me
down.
If 10 years wasn't enough,
I'm at a loss for what is.
It's easy to float, but
sinking requires no effort.
Besides,
you were never taught
to swim with the sharks
and we wouldn't want you
to get hurt now,
would we?
Copyright © Feli Elizab | Year Posted 2015
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