Underwater

The fall. The sudden sense of freedom, from gravity itself. You transcended my black and white shield and freed all my colours. I didn’t have to play games because the real me is what you wanted, and you dragged me closer with an eerie cosmic vibrance. You were a mess, a broken mirror where I saw a past version of myself. Your eyes were blackholes that could swallow stars whole, what hope did I have but to fall?

The splash. First contact with the warm comforting water. Your fingers intertwined with mine and I felt home. Your lips touched mine and suddenly life made sense. I knew then that you were worth a broken heart. The water was all that my soul was thirsty for. I found feelings I thought had died in me.

I went deeper. Falling into the beautiful chaos that you are. You are a masterpiece made with broken crayons. I saw the beauty in the dark cold corners of your mind. When I hold your face in my hands, does my eyes tell you how precious you are?

I wonder. I wonder if your thoughts wander to me like mine does to you. I wonder if your heart does what mine does when we’re near, I wonder if you feel what I feel when I look at your smile. I wonder if you could be mine, if you want us to last like I do. I drown in the ocean of my own thoughts. My mind kept meandering  to my angel with a broken wing. I was breathing underwater.