Thoughts From Right Before

The sheer amount of overflowing, fuming, fumbling feelings Might explain or clarify the lack of my coherence Hastily I’m jotting down the first thing I think up Stretched out silence floods my ears, about to make the jump I reminisce the way your hand held my hand like a trophy Like rainfall your expression fell, you knew you couldn’t know me I try to pry away the guilt, amends are their own trial Biting the hand that feeds you is its own form of survival The sky and sea connect and melt in static, stagnant beauty It turns into a supercut, my pain is now a movie I get to sit here and observe, as waves kiss rocks below me They’ll hug my body nice and close, the water salty, foamy