Going Under

Three things I made sure to know how
Way before I ever kissed you;

To make your eyes crinkle in laughter

To make your breath catch in anticipation

To leave you.

I go under only because
I hold ropes in my hands
That lead back to the surface

And I’m not a black widow
You must know this
I’ll especially never trap you

When I leave, and leave I will
I’ll take nothing of yours with me
No matter what you freely give

I’m no collector of hearts
Because I’m no giver of mine.


2 thoughts on “Going Under

Leave a word (or more)

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s