I remember the way your fingers traced my jaw, the silent pauses and the rise and fall of your chest as you took me in. You left marks on my body and I watched as they healed, remembering the passion behind every blemish. You left thoughts in my mind and emotions in my veins like a poison, killing me slowly. Because in the end, you just left me.
-Megan Songer
They rob us of our love, our heart, our soul and everything we own. The memories, the stories and the time we spent all alone sitting by the edge of the water reflecting on what or who we think we are. The emotions are pulling us deeper into thought by an anchor tied around both arms. There's history in the way the water moves. Stranger's tears, past lover's notes and clothes; consumed. Surrounded by the water and taken in... Forgotten. Or so they should be. Then we're back home, laying in bed, and they crawl back into our thoughts when we think we're alone. From the tips of our fingers and toes, through our veins, killing us slowly and nobody even knows. "Go through the motions now, kid", make them believe we still want to live. Turn the radio on. Block out the questions, the stares from everyone. Our bodies are getting cold now; one tear, one frown. Clawing our way from the deep end trying not to drown. Little did we know, the harder we struggled the further we were going down...little did we know we were going down.
-Megan Songer
